#genshin impact fiction

[witch-hazels-musings]

a gesture

Warning -> fluff | reader gets a blister on their foot, genshin men notice and provide respite from the discomfort | pre-relationship (it's silly, and dumb, but let me have this)

Includes: Diluc, Xiao

Character X GN Reader (adventure guild reader*) | Anthology

A-N: I was planning on writing for a few more characters, but I'm a bit slow in my genshin right now, plus I *should* be resting ... 人(_ _*)

Diluc

"Be right there!" you shouted over the calls echoing in the hall. Your hand dropped from your lips and back to the stack of rolled papers in your arms. The guild was busier than normal. Perhaps it was because of the snow fading from the streets, or the warmer wind blowing in from the south. Being surrounded by the lake meant damper and colder winters, but you didn't mind.

You loved the snow.

What you didn't love was returning to restrictive shoes now that the cobblestone streets were less barred by ice. You missed your warm fur-lined boots.

"Hey, got a few more requests for you to review," you told one of the auditors as you leaned onto the polished wood counter that separated you from the workers just inside. You tapped the toe of your shoe on the floor to force room between your heel and the leather rubbing against it. "Oh, and this came from Alfry." You reached into your pocket and handed a folded, sealed letter to the attendant.

After waiting for several minutes, and shifting from one foot to the other - relief waning and waxing - you made your way outside toward the Kiosk near the front of Mondstadt. It took a while, you were particularly slow on the stone steps of the city since each one put added pressure on your heels. You could feel a blister on the horizon.

Katheryne greeted you with a wave when she saw you.

She was, without a doubt, one of your favorite people. She didn't lock you in long, uninteresting conversations about her life outside of work. She just thanked you for the updated commissions and let you be on your way. You wished everyone was like Katheryne.

It wasn't that you hated talking to people. You just preferred to get your work done and found it distracting to get lost in small talk about the weather. But you learned to be pleasant and control your drifting eyes that willed your soul to be anywhere but there.

When you approached the Guild, someone called you over and explained you were being requested in one of the assessment rooms. A room used by evaluators and requestors to work out the details of a commission. You weren't an evaluator - so who could possibly be asking for you?

You imagined several scenarios except for this one. The one where Diluc Ragnvindr was standing on the other side of the door, waiting for - you. In fact, you were so unprepared, taken aback, that you rechecked the room number.

It was odd to see Diluc outside of his normal patterns. The man was routine. Days spent at Angels Share, days absent from the city while he tended to his estate at the Dawn Winery. You had several run-ins with him over the years since his reappearance, but they were always in public spaces. Fleeting, nervous moments when you'd gather the courage to ask him for a drink while he worked or make polite - short - conversation when he dropped it off. You didn't even know he knew you worked at the Adventurers Guild.

"Sir Ragnvindr, is something - how can I help you?" you asked as you stepped inside the room and let the heavy door close behind you.

"Have I pulled you away from your work?"

"Yes," you said but caught yourself, "No. I mean, yes, but it's alright. Are you alright?" The thought crossed your mind that perhaps something had happened. An issue at the Winery or the tavern, maybe he thought you were the best person to help him? Not sure why. But you did know a lot of adventurers.

"I am well. Please," he gestured to the table and chairs beside him. Crossing the room, you noticed a tall, decorative bag on the corner of the table. The top was knotted by someone with experience. Diluc placed his hand on the table, and you stopped a few feet from him. He looked -- odd. Out of sorts even.

"Did you need something from the Guild? I'm not sure if anyone told you, but I'm not an evaluator, but I can find someone who can assist you in building a commission report."

"I do not require one. I am ..." he clenched his jaw and fumbled. "Please, sit," he repeated, gesturing to the chair slightly pulled out beside you.

Confused, you took a seat.

You considered yourself a rational person, a relatively calm person. One that could keep their head in most situations, but when the man you could hardly look at long enough to breathe knelt in front of you, lifted your calf, and began to untie your shoe, you yelped so loud it startled him.

"Dilu- I mean, Sir Ragnvindr, what are you doing!?" You reached for his arm but pulled back at the last second. A war raged inside your mind - one billowing urge shouted to push him away so you could steady your fluttering heart, and the other shrieked, terrified of making contact out of fear he'd know the truths of your unsettled heart.

"These are uncomfortable, are they not?"

You glanced at your shoes. "I mean - yes, but you don't have to worry about it. Please," you begged, fingers hovering above his hand, body fighting the will to rip free from his grasp. "Sir Ragn-"

"Diluc," he interrupted and looked up at you, "I much prefer when you call me Diluc."

You didn't know how to respond, didn't know how to react, so you just sat frozen while he carefully removed your shoes and tended to the wounds they had caused.

His touch was warm. Violently warm. It was like heat seeped from every bit of him. Tendrils of flames licked across his brow, his cheeks, his jawline. You were so close you could smell the earth and trapped dust from the melting snow trapped in his clothes.

He placed the bandage across your foot and carefully wrapped it until it was secure.

"T-Thank you," you mumbled. You were stuck between being embarrassed by what was happening and being smitten by it. You were in a haze. Your eyes could barely focus on his hands as he worked, barely noticing the stick he placed beside your right foot. The medicine he applied had soothed the soft burn of the blister.

He stood and a wave of his scent washed over you. It took a moment for you to catch your breath, but when you did, you reached for your shoes that he had placed on the table.

"I'll repay you for the treatment."

"No need," he replied as he tugged at the decorative cloth bag. His back blocked you from what was inside. You worked on stretching the laces of your shoes so you could slip them over your foot. Just as you were about to place them on, Diluc returned and stalled your actions, taking the shoe from you and returning it to the table. He easily held your calf and slipped on another shoe. A flat, wide one that wouldn't rub against you the way your own had. "How does it fit?" he asked as he carefully slid it over your heel and adjusted it until it was on completely.

The shoe was elegant, beautiful. Something you would only dream of buying - most of your clothes were from sales and take-bins of neighbors doing their yearly cleaning. These were --

"Wait - did you buy these?"

"I did. But I was unaware of your size. If these are not satisfactory, I purchased several others which may be more suitable for you," he explained and that's when you noticed the stack of boxes now exposed from the cloth bag. Two boxes were placed to the side, another still in it, while the last was open, the lid placed at an angle as if forgotten.

"You bought," you paused, disbelief pulling in your brows, "multiple pairs?"

"It seemed better to purchase multiple than to guess. Though I could have inquired from you directly," he trailed off as if the thought had only just crossed his mind.

But only one crossed yours, "Why?"

He looked up at you, still kneeling and preparing your other foot to accept your new shoes' partner, "I notice you. You would be unable to work in this state."

"Noticed me?"

"Yes. Besides, I couldn't rightfully ... never mind."

"What," you blurted, hanging on his every word.

He glanced at you and then looked back at your feet. There was a pause, a heavy pause in the air. "To see you in discomfort. It - It did not sit well with me."

You sat in silence as he ensured the shoes fit, as he laced them, and made sure they wouldn't irritate the bandage. You held your tongue and swallowed the pounding pressure in your chest when he lifted you from the chair and made sure you could stand before he let go.

You breathed him in while he stood before you.

"I will be at Angel's Share tonight. I can set aside some time for you, should you find yourself-"

"Okay," you blurted again, followed it up with an embarrassed sorry. It made him laugh, and you snatch the lurching urge to jump on him.

"Until then," he hummed, a smile tugging at his lips. "Do not rush in the meantime. I have already given my recommendations to the guild to allow you rest, though I do not imagine you'll heed it."

Diluc packed up the bag and bid you farewell, lingering his voice on the sound of your name, his eyes on your warm face. He slipped out of the room and left you in disbelief in a pair of beautiful crimson shoes.

--

Xiao

Why did you decide to wear these shoes?

You thought at least twenty times as you trudged down the path. As you hiked over the mountain passes that had seen better days in their time. A giant bolder blocked you a few paces back and you were still brushing yourself off from the unprepared scramble; you found a tear in your clothes and groaned.

For an adventurer, you got off pretty lucky. Only taking the low-priced requests. Ones left for running between towns, helping clear out someone's back room, or helping with a shipment. You weren't interested in the daring adventures that some in the guild would take, snatch up before you even had a chance to read the whole thing. And you certainly weren't about to follow in the footsteps of that strange traveler who - for a while - was accused of killing the Liyue Archon. (You still had your suspicions).

Nope, you were complacent, content with the simple jobs that helped you keep the lights on and splurge on the things that caught your eye. One of which was currently on your feet and digging into the skin uncomfortably. You hopped on one foot and shoved your finger inside the edge of the shoe in the hopes of stretching out the tight leather.

The top of the path crept over the horizon and you picked up the pace to reach it. You adored cresting the hill and seeing the harbor stretch across the bay, how the tall mountainside loomed above her - a watchful guardian, a shield and protector. You sighed and adjusted the pack on your back. The road into the harbor wasn't long, but it was steep, and you prepared yourself for a rough descent with your aching feet.

Every step slowed you down. Each one more uncomfortable than the last. You thought about taking off your shoes but didn't want to catch the disapproving glares that came from Liyue's citizens. So, you pushed forward.

A plume of green and black smoke enveloped you. You would have shouted but you were used to the sensation and how it obscured your view. Months ago you stumbled upon the smoke's owner in a field. He seemed injured so you went to check on him only to learn he was fine, and rather unappreciative of your concern - actually, he was irritatingly annoyed that you had distracted him from his lay-about.

"Hello, little Xia--woah!" Instead of appearing near you like he had before, you were suddenly floating in the green smoke. It whipped through your hair, tugged at your loose clothes, and bit at your skin. You felt like you were falling, and then you were - into the arms of the Adeptus who normally kept his respectful distance from you.

When your eyes adjusted to the return of light, you twisted to look at him, one arm draped over his shoulders as if he had placed it there.

"What are you-?" The words caught in your throat. Confusion, surprise, and bashful bewilderment tickled your cheeks and stole your ability to speak. Your face was inches from him. Closer than it ever had been before.

"You're injured," he spoke softly, matter-of-factly, his eyes drifting to your feet. You could already see the broken skin around your heel.

"It's nothing. Just my shoes," you explained as you stared at your own feet as if that explanation meant anything to him.

"Hold on," he said as he held you to him and the two of you disappeared into a puff of ethereal phthalo.

--

Xiao placed you on the small stool you had left out on the balcony the night before. He was careful to not let you crash into it. His strength - despite his size - was easy to sense as he eased you onto it and waited for you to settle.

"Thanks," you hummed, stealing a peek at his eyes. Eyes the shade of ginkgo trees in fall, eyes that held eons of history and centuries of sadness. Xiao didn't speak much, but his searching and timid eyes quenched your thirst for his voice.

He lifted your leg and you covered your mouth to avoid making a noise. Before you could ask him a question, he withdrew into his haze and was gone. You sat motionless for only a few seconds, and contemplated entering your house as you, in a daze, took off your shoes but when you rose to leave, Xiao reappeared holding a small container.

"For your injury. It's important to - take care of yourself," he mumbled the last part of his sentence as he held the container out to you. Averting eyes, open fingers unmoving, waiting for you to take it.

Your fingertips brushed his skin. "Did you get this for me?" He crossed his arms and didn't answer but his actions still made your chest warm and lips pull into a giddy smile.

"Don't dally," he scolded and threw you a sharp stare, "Or you'll be left with a scar."

"Oh right." You nodded and uncapped the container. The salve held a potent medicinal scent. "You don't have to stay," you added, a little sad at the thought of him leaving but recognizing that he didn't enjoy the sights and sounds of the city. His avoidance one of the many secrets locked in the amber of his soul.

"I'll wait."

You opened your mouth to protest but he turned his back to you, crossed his arms. Watched, observed. Protective.

"Thank you, Xiao," you whispered and chuckled at the grunt that floated toward you from the Adeptus statue standing near the corner of your balcony.

--

[genshin-side-piece]

Hazy Shade of Winter (Part 1)

Warnings: Yandere Content, Implied Kidnapping, Implied Captivity, Implied Stalking, Implied drug use, Mentions of alcohol, ]Non-Consensual Touching, my bad writing, anything else I missed, 18+, Minors DNI

A/N: Slightly (?) OOC Wriothesley. I think. I'm honestly not sure. But fair warning just to be safe.

You awoke to a loud clang. The sharp noise reverberated through your drowsy skull, pulling you from the heavy slumber that had kept you under until this time. Cloudy thoughts were covered by a heavy layer of fog, making it difficult for you to focus. You couldn’t place the source of the sound. Metal had connected with metal, making it distinctly foreign to you. In all the years that you had lived in the Court of Fontaine, you had never heard anything make such a racket. It was doubtful such a disturbance would be tolerated by the general population, let alone your neighbors. The harsh, cutting quality was enough to wake the dead, yet there were no screams that followed it. Just an echo that quickly faded and the sound of air being pushed through pipes.

Air being pushed through pipes? 

The mental fog lifting enough for you to flinch at the bitterness that rested on your tongue. Heavy and salty and altogether awful. Your stomach involuntarily wretched at the taste. You tried to use what little saliva you could muster in the hope that you could wash it away, but that too was in vain. The taste just lingered without any hope of it going away. “Here” The injection of the rich male voice into your world briefly snapped you of your stupor. Out of everything, whether it be the metal or the pipes or the lumpy mattress that was not yours, the most out of place was that voice. You lived alone. When you had returned home last night, at least the small bit that you could remember, you had sworn you had been alone. The two at the bar, who had turned a relaxing cocktail for one into a pub crawl, were nowhere to be seen.  You had been wandering the streets of the court alone. Slipping and stumbling the entire way, but at last check, you had been on your own. So where had the man beside you come from?

You blinked up at him, ignoring the glass of water he was offering you. Your hazy mind was too preoccupied with trying to place him. You knew him, no, you’d seen him before. Recently. Had he come into your place of work? No. Perhaps it had been in a shop or on the street? Narrowing your eyes at him, you thought it might be, but it still didn’t explain why he was here. Looking past him, it didn’t explain why you were clearly not at home. The patchwork metal walls and dim lights were a far cry from the plaster embellishments and glass lamps of the court. Though, they seemed to match, if not enhance the scarred facade of the man beside you. “My apologies for the rough awakening.” He shifted, the chains of his attire moving with him. The clanking sound that filled the room as he set the glass of water to one side grated on you. It pierced through the air, causing the throbbing in your head to get worse. “That stuff in your system packs quite the punch.” What? You turned away from him trying to make sense of that statement. What stuff? You couldn’t make heads nor tails of what he meant by the word stuff. “I told them to take it easy on you, especially since they were already plying you with alcohol, but it seems they didn’t heed my warning. You’ve been out for close to an entire day.” Your entire body involuntarily lurched at that news. What? An entire day? How could that be? You’d gone home hadn’t you? His vague references didn’t mean anything, because they hadn’t happened. That was the only logical explanation you could muster. “I was actually getting slightly worried. The head nurse was under the impression something else might be amiss. I’m sure she’ll be thrilled to know you’re okay. Though, I suppose she’ll still recommend some restorative treatments.” He made a face, one that echoed both dread and disgust. “I’ll do my best to spare you, but you may have to humor her some. Just for the sake of your relationship with her. I’d hate for you to get on her bad side at the start. It doesn’t make for a comfortable living arrangement if we don’t get along.” You blinked. The casualness of that statement seemed out of sorts given your present situation. How could he speak of relationships or living arrangements when you had no clue as to where you were and who he was? This wasn’t your home. You didn’t live here. Unless- 

Your eyes darted around the room again. A foreign place. A bed, a place to refresh yourself, a strange arrangement with an even stranger man. The effects of the stuff you had been given cleared just long enough to allow you to realize the gravity of your situation. 

The reaction that followed your epiphany was almost an involuntary one. Your entire body disregarded your drug induced hangover long enough to make the sorry attempt at fleeing. You tried to leave the bed, but the man who later introduced himself as Wriothesley was quick to stop you. His thick heavy arms had come around you before you had even fully sat up, effectively keeping you right where he wanted you. There was a struggle. Despite your queasiness and your pounding headache, you fought him. You twisted and turned in his grasp, desperate to get out of it, desperate to get away. He only tightened his hold on you, cooing reassuring words at you like one would to calm a frightened animal. The notion that everything would be alright. That you just needed time to adjust to your new surroundings. That he would take care of you from now on caused you to retch. How could he say such a thing, when you’d had no choice in the matter? Your life up until this point had been average, bordering on boring, but otherwise fine. Who was he to say that it needed changing?

At some point, after what felt like hours, he let you go. Wriothesley put some much needed space between you, allowing you to absorb the facts he chose to tell you about your situation without the burden of him being wrapped around you. His weight, coupled with the explanation that he had oh so nicely prepared for you would have been a cumbersome thing.  It was as you had fear. You had been abducted, but by whom was far worse than you ever could have imagined. It would have been enough if he had been some lord or even a high ranking member of one of the crime families. You would have a level of recourse then. If you managed to get free, you could charge him. You could have him sent away. In the end, there would be justice. With Wriothesley, that wasn’t possible. Though he carried the title of Duke, he was for all intents and purposes King of your new home. Immune from both the laws of the court and the justice you found yourself beginning to crave. It was a cruel twist on what was proving to be a brutish situation. You could only sit there in silence after he finished, smoldering as your fate washed over you. 

“You’re taking this quite well.” You blinked, trying to quell the rage that had been building since you had first woken up. The fact that he sounded legitimately surprised did nothing to help your mood or the growing urge to claw his face to shreds. How did he expect you to take it? Did he think you would make a scene? Had he gotten out of bed thinking he would hear screaming and wailing coming from the general vicinity of your door?  You rolled your eyes in response to his praise, choosing to turn them away from him. The wall next to you seemed infinitely more interesting than the man who was blocking your only exit. “Come on.” He shifted ever so slightly, the chains on his outfit moving with him, rattling as they settled back into place. “I had to.” He had to. You let out a silent huff at the lame excuse. He was the Duke of Meropide. The only thing he had to do was maintain order in the fortress. Last you checked, having someone spike your drink with a heavy sedative and stripping you of everything you owned was not a part of his duties. Yet here you were, in a strange bed, locked in a strange room, with only a cotton shift to your name. You could only guess that the slim comfort of the bed and modesty of the shift ought to be viewed as a gift, considering he could have left you nothing at all. That fact did little to assuage the fire that was currently shooting through your veins. The sheer audacity of the entire situation was enough to make you want to claw his eyes out. The actual act though would involve you having to acknowledge his existence. An action you weren’t keen on following through with.

He moved again, this time the hard rubber soles of his boots scraped against the metal floor. They stopped after a few seconds, only to be followed by a creak of metal that came from the general direction of the footboard. From the corner of your eye, you could see Wriothesley leaning against it. He obviously wanted a closer look at his hard won prize or maybe he just wanted to test the proverbial waters. You weren’t entirely sure and you weren’t in the mood to find out. Instead you held your focus on the wall, beginning to mentally count the bolts as a means of drowning him out. 1..2.. The bed groaned as he shifted his weight again. 13..14..There was another rattle of chains followed by a soft thunk against the floor. That had to be his jacket. God he wasn’t getting undressed was he? Surely Wriothesley wasn’t callous enough to abduct you and force himself on you within the same day, was he? The memory of him holding you down came back. A cold shiver shot down your spine at the very idea of it, of him using his weight to do more than just restrain you. 27..28.. The bed groaned for a third time, followed by more footsteps. These drawing ever louder, ever closer. Your heart began to slam against your ribcage as he stalked you, closing the short distance between you. The cold that had made it’s way down your spine began to ebb through you with every step he took. The louder they got, the sharper the chill that raced over your skin. You swallowed hard, trying to calm the shivers that were flowing across you like waves. You could hear him now, goosebumps raising all over your skin when the jingling of his handcuffs was so near to your ear. 41.. The footsteps stopped. Above you, he hummed, the rough flesh of his hand slowly wrapping itself around your chin. On instinct, you broke contact with the wall, trying to get away from him, but his nails scraping against your chin stopped you. You whimpered as his jagged nails bit into your flesh forcing your attention firmly back to him. It took almost no strength on his part to force your head in the direction he wanted, yet he still used slightly more than was necessary, just to get his point across. His fortress, his captive, his everything. You held no power here. Not now, not ever.

“For future use and reference.” You swallowed again as you were forced to stare up into those piercing eyes of his. “I don’t care for being ignored. Especially when I’m addressing someone.” Wriothesley tilted his head, a soft smile permeating his lips as he brushed his thumb over your chin. “But I’ll make an exception here.” His tone, which had been annoyingly cocky up until this point, faded into something slightly gentler. Something you could almost mistake for understanding, possibly even empathy for your current situation. A deceptive tactic on his part. Something to play into the fear that was still racing through your entire body and ease you into forgetting that your entire reason for being here was standing before you. Had you just only woken up or maybe if you had still been under the influence of the sedative, it might have worked. You might have bought it. But your benevolent captor had waited a hair too long. He had given you enough time to get your wits about you and because of that, you could catch him in the lie before it was too late. “You have every right to be angry, especially today. I can’t take that away from you.” His hot breath fanned across your face, causing you to momentarily flinch. The sensation was in direct contrast to his eyes, which matched the chill that was coming up through his fingers. The cold that radiated from his skin hurt to the point that it burned. You squirmed in his grasp, trying to get away from those unrelenting fingers of his, but it was no use. He had a firm, to the point of punishing grip on you. One he had no intention of loosening any time soon.  “I’ll be generous and give you today.” He paused, thinking it through. “Actually, I’ll give you until after my morning meeting. I can’t accuse you of breaking my rules if you aren’t aware of them and unfortunately, I can’t explain them or my expectations to you right now. So consider this a pass, free of charge.” You wanted to spit on his definition of generosity. He would get the rest of your days to ruin what little life he allowed you to have, yet you were expected to process everything that had happened and would happen to you in an hour? The inequity of it was ridiculous. “Oh don’t look at me like that.” He offered you a cocky smile, the confident tone returning. “If you’re good, I’ll bring you something nice to eat later.” You had to wonder what he meant by good. Aside from the bed, the only other items in the room were a sink, a toilet, and what looked to be a crude form of a shower. Short of soaking your bedding or possibly the mattress, you weren’t entirely sure what kind of trouble you could cause. He had purposefully limited your options to doing more harm to yourself than him. If he was as clever as he had shown himself to be, Wriothesley wouldn’t give you much chance to hurt him directly. 

With time things might change. He seemed like he had the ability to soften. Much of the sarcastic act you were seeing was exactly that, an act. If you played your cards right, might he give you an opening to hurt him, but it wasn’t like it would be worth it. The investment for the opportunity would take months and that’s if he ever opened himself up for the shot. If he did, and you were able to take it, the wound wouldn’t be a deep one. It would be superficial at best. A minor inconvenience for him. The hell he could bring after it was enough to end those thoughts before they went any further. The punishment that would follow for the impertinence of trying would be far worse than anything you could even attempt to do. For now, it was easier to acquiesce to some of his demands, at least until you could see how much rein his rules and expectations would give you. “I wish I could stay.” He let out a whimsical sigh. “How nice it would be for us to get better acquainted over the course of the morning, but-” He sighed heavily. “Duty calls.” He pressed your face a little harder, adjusting his grip so he could bunch your cheeks. The discomfort, along with the gentle rocking of his hand pulled what you knew would be many squeals out of you. He only laughed, bending down slightly so he could coo at you. “You’re so ungodly precious.” Wriothesley sighed again, lovingly regarding you for a moment. The notes of affection and pride that were evident on his face made you want to slap them right off of it. “Aw look at that glare. Still angry huh?” A very undignified puff of air through your nose was your only response. One that was matched by a shit-eating grin from him. “You’re cute when you’re angry. Though, you’ll have time to sort through it while I’m gone.” He paused for a beat. “Why don’t you start us off on the right foot and give me one of your charming smiles before I go. I know you’re angry, but it’ll help me get through the monotony of the next few hours.” He let out another chuckle, one of his fingers loosening slightly so he could run it across the base of your cheek. “Now that you’re with me, I may need it all the time.” 

You could do nothing but stare at him as you felt your blood pressure spike even higher. Was he serious? Did he really expect you to smile at him after all he had put you through? It was hard to believe. Clever he may be, but in touch with reality, he certainly was not. Thanks to his actions, you doubted if you would ever smile again. “Come on sweetheart.” He tightened his grip on your chin again, giving it a little shake. You flinched, but that was all. The last thing you wanted was to give him the satisfaction of pulling another sound out of you.  “Don’t make this harder than it needs to be.” Something dangerous flashed in his eyes, his once confident tone dropping an octave as you refused to follow another one of his orders. For a brief moment, you saw the man who had actually had you kidnapped. His amiability was little more than a tool. It was conditional on whether he got what he wanted. If it failed, that tool would be swapped in for something altogether different. That would happen with every infraction. When one tool failed him, he would simply try another. He would keep doing so until he found what worked best. Whether that was pain or pleasantries, you could tell it didn’t really matter to him. Just so long as he got his way.  “It’s just a smile.” His tone had captured the chill that you had become numb too. You nearly shivered from it, but you were able to stop yourself in time. His request was a simple one. An easy one. It required a minimal effort on your part, but it would ultimately be a gain for him. Right now, all he wanted was a smile. A small, yet significant sign that you were willing to obey him. That his deception tactics and attempts to get you to trust him had worked. If you followed through on it, then that gave him license to ask for more. The more you gave him, the less you could refuse later on. Your willing obedience would bring an expectation of behavior with it. One he would never let you forget. 

Smile, speak, sit, stand. They were all commands that you imagined he would eventually expect you to learn and perform at his whim and pleasure. He had already made it abundantly clear that you had very little choice in the matter. Yet you refused the command all the same. If he could test the waters, so could you. Your eyes just fixed on his, glaring up at him in utter defiance of his order, daring him to try and frighten you further. “Hm.” He tapped a finger against your jaw, causing you to blink. “Seems like I’ve got some work to do with you. A shame really.” He tilted his head in the other direction, heavily exhaling through his nose. “But maybe some time alone will change that.” Wriothesley broke eye contact first, looking around the room for a moment before those eyes of his found yours again. “I did say you could be upset at me, so by all means, be upset.” He gave your face one final squeeze before his hand fell away and you were finally able to put some much needed distance between you and him. An action that didn’t go unnoticed by him. His displeasure as you shuffled away from him was evident. “When I return though -” He planted a hand on his hip. “I expect that to be the end of it.” He paused looking away for a second. “Or at the very least.” He looked at you again. “We have a polite conversation about the future.” You wanted to ask what future? Did he expect you to politely discuss the future he had stolen from you? The one where you were happy and oblivious to the monster that lurked just below the waves. The same one who had seen fit to breach the safety of the shore, just so he could pull you under. 

Or perhaps he meant the other future. The one where you were forever sealed beneath the unforgiving sea. Bound to a man you found neither desirable nor worthy. Forced to smile and obey and be little more than a pet until death saw fit to take either him or you. A horrific, abysmal future that not even the gods themselves would save you from. How could you expect them too, when he had taken you beyond where any of them could ever hope to hear? That was the hard reality of life within the walls of the Fortress of Meropide. A place to abandon the lost, the forgotten, and the unwanted. It was the dumping ground of the world above. A den so rife with vice and sin that not even the gods themselves could ever hope to sort it out. According to many it had improved since the new administrator had taken over. He had ended the corruption and the chaos that had plagued what many had termed the tin hell. Yet miraculously, even with Wriothesley’s efforts it was still a place where the gods found it all too easy to turn a deaf ear to the screams and the cries of the repetent as they echoed up from beneath the waves. Here there were no gods. No heros. No saints. Here there was only hell. Only the sinners. Only Wriothesley to save you from it all. In the span of a night, under the witness of heavens above, he had become your god. 

All you could do was stare back and question how benevolent your new god would actually be.

[blueparadis]

a concept:

tattoo artist kaeya having a thing for u, his regular client rosaria's cute little roommate, who is the exact opposite of her. he feels bad for touching himself to the thoughts of u but he can't help himself bc he likes u so much

❝ INKED SECRETS ❞ + KAEYA ALBERICH !

+. CWs —» tattoo artist au + modern au, f!reader, fluff, light angst with comfort, some canon elements, love at first sight, mention of cigarette smoking, bad relationships, hookups, stranger to lovers, smut ( fantasies, m-mastarbation ) ; word count — 2k.

+. NOTES —» thanks to my beloved yoru ( @anantaru) for helping me and beta reading this otherwise i would've opened the gates of kaeya-brainrot; also, thank you for being patient. This ask was almost a month old and I know this was supposed to be short but the thing is kaeya is the one who had me invested in genshin impact. However, surprisingly I've never thought of writing about him so thank you for your muse. I loved writing this so fucking much. Thank you. Tattoo artist kaeya shall live forever in my mind. If you wanna check more of my writings, click here.

Kaeya Alberich. The name of the mystery man who would always be the talk of the topic for Rosaria. He was more familiar to you than your roommate ever was. You two shared a room yet you could never read Rosaria but she was thorough with you; maybe that is why you two clicked. Every one of your friends considered it a mystery how a sunflower like you would ever survive in the company of a moon. Everyone including Kaeya. He had his own proportion of confusion every time Rosaria talked about you. 

Kaeya knew how you looked, talked, and liked to eat ice cream in winter. Not only that, your favorite colors, bits and pieces of your small dreams were known to him. And all because Rosaria wouldn’t stop with the constant blabbering about you whenever he directly hung out with her, emphasizing the fact that you were nothing but an angel in disguise. Kaeya had to endure all of it, every bit of you that Rosaria seemed to find alluring. At moments like this, one could say that they exchanged personas since Kaeya was a guy of smiles and chitter-chatter while Rosaria was quite the opposite.

True, the friendship between Kaeya and Rosaria was another talk of Mondstadt’s inhabitants, but they both did not seem to react as people expected, as people thought they should. You would, barely, call them lovers. While Kaeya enjoyed different takes of his customers about Rosaria, she, on the other hand, brushed those petty rumors off, with just a glance keeping her stoic persona. 

But, among all these happenings, Rosaria had the front-row seat of the chaos that was about to unfold. She had her beauty salon just above Kaeya’s tattoo parlor. They have been working together for at least five years. Rosaria had her shop on rental and the five-storied complex was owned by none other than Kaeya Alberich himself. 

Anyone who wanted to go to her parlor had to cross Kaeya’s floor; hence, no one slipped past the grip of his galactic eyes. He knew the regulars of her shop and had an immense influence on them. He believed it was his charms while Rosaria begged to differ.

But she was just being professional, clearing non-financial tabs that she owed to him, for bringing the immense influx of customers to her salon. Sometimes, it worked both ways, but whenever they fought, the elders of the locality had more spice to flavor the rumors that had just started sedimenting.

January, the prime of winter, of snow and the freezing cold, Kaeya laid his first glance at you. Warm and alluring: you were every bit of beauty that Rosaria spoke of, in fact, now that he had finally seen you in person, he thinks Rosaria fell short of speaking of your angelic aura. 

“Hello, I have a parcel for Rosaria, could you please deliver it to her? I would have done it myself if I wasn’t in such a hurry.”, you kept the package on my desk, “Thank you very much, Mister . . .”, you looked at his batch that reads Kaeya Alberich, “. . . Thank you so much, Mister Kaeya Alberich.” And before Kaeya could say anything back, you fled out of his sight like a bird.

He watched you get into a cab holding the package in his hand, barely registering what you asked him to do. His mind had drifted far off to all those times when Rosaria was talking about you. He checked his watch and smiled to himself. Oops! Rosaria’s smoke break was ruined since he joined in with the package you had left for her, with many questions.

For a tattoo artist, Kaeya seemed the least bit invested in its antics, yet he had a steady influx of customers, mostly because he is very professional and dedicated to his livelihood. He pays special attention to his regular customers, sadly, you weren’t one of them, not yet.

Still, he would stand and smoke at the corner of the entrance so that he could watch you go like the wind to meet your roommate with a package in hand. He would notice the color of your dress, the matching nails, shoes, and every little detail thinking how flawlessly sexy you looked. 

But he abruptly stopped the second he had bruised his fingers with the cigarette burn. Fortunately, it was his left hand but with his line of work, he needed both. 

Today, during the lunch break when Rosaria told him that y/n wanted to have a tattoo, his blood rushed to his cheeks and ears. He did not think you’d be interested in tattoos or piercings. He definitely did not see the next blow coming. “Yep. sure.”, he supplied, coughing back the lump in his throat. Of all the parlors you could choose you had to choose his. What in the lord’s fuck was going on?

The day came faster, faster than he had anticipated. Needless to say, it did not go like he thought it would. It was safe to say he was more nervous than you were. “Are you sure about this?”, “Ya’know it’s gonna hurt, right?”, “Should I use some anesthetic on the area?” His questions wouldn’t stop and you were trying your best to stay as patient as possible It is true, part of him was nervous but another wanted to spend and enjoy some time with you.

“And done!”, Kaeya playfully mused as he wiped over the work of ink, careful enough not to accidentally graze his fingers over your inner thigh but of course, he did want to.“y/n” he spoke, his tone low but clear enough for you to hear, “so, how many tattoos do you have now?” Kaeya shifted in his chair as he intently watched you normalize your heightened breathing

“Didn’t you keep count?”, 

“nine”, he said, letting out a breathless laugh. “which means you dumped your ninth partner.” and he was not wrong. Of all the regular customers he had, you were his favorite because you had an amusing story to tell whenever you had visited his parlor. He would listen to you the moment he was finished with his handiwork.

But this one in particular, was quite a different story. You never told nor was he allowed to ask about the guy you dumped, ever. Part of him wanted to console you, and tell you that good things take time but another part of him was too afraid to lose you, realizing it was unprofessional of him to offer any form of painkiller against a situation like that. Because on any other occasion, his usual customers weren’t as chatty as you were. 

He never thought of a case where it might be the opposite. With that, he thought that you, of all people, being dumped by someone was utterly ridiculous, because who wouldn't want to date someone like you? He knows he would, after all, and if he could, he would make sure the ninth tattoo is to be the last tattoo on your body.

“What about you?”, you asked, swinging your legs in the air while sitting on the bed. “For a tattoo artist, you are awfully blank.” 

“It’s somewhere. . .”, he started, “wait I’ll rather show you . . .”. and when you, in a sliding second, unexpectedly flashed him, his hands immediately found their way crawling at the hem of his turtle-neck.

“Wait. wait. Wait. stop. Just stop.” kaeya panicked as you partly opened your eyes. He crossed his arms over his chest while your eyebrows jumped and stayed intact for seconds. Pin-drop silence and then both of you simultaneously laughed. Some might think it’s corny, and maybe you did as well but it doesn’t matter, what matters is that you were smiling right now. 

That’s good. That’s really good. 

Kaeya checked his watch as you left his place to run upstairs, checking to see if Rosaria was done with her chores; after all, she was almost approaching the closing hour of her shop so she should’ve been done by the time you had arrived at her place. Fifteen minutes, fifteen minutes before you and Rosaria would come out of the elevator to go home;  maybe he could if he’d finally stop thinking about it in such an unhealthy calculative manner.

Yet, well, there was just one problem. His ears felt hot, his mind was restless and he couldn't focus on a single task. Generally, it took ten minutes to close his shop and he does it every day, all alone so if not his mind, his muscle memory should be functioning properly. But all he desired to do was to touch himself and relieve himself from the agony of months boiling in his core.

June, the prime time of summer and ice cream. Kaeya slides his right arm under his vest while grazing his lower belly, eagerly thinking of the last time, but eventually, his arm ends up slipping into his pants, his fingers clamping around his length, and finally, a soft groan escapes from his mouth. The tip of his tongue kisses the corner of his lips as he takes out his cock which was coated with warm white fluid, at the tip pre-cum.

For a moment, he is surprised, and then he suddenly is not. There is a crescent formed along his lips as he taps the tip of his cock, smearing the reddened end with its pre. “Oh fuck. This feels so much better.”, he groans, mumbling to himself, thinking why he didn’t do this way sooner.

He palms his member, a little harder, this time trying to imagine how it would feel to be sheathed by your gummy walls. He started to pump his cock as his pants slipped, now clustered at the bottom of the chair while his legs were trying to give as much space as possible by spreading them further apart.

With half-lidded eyes, he checks if you had locked the door before leaving or not. You did not and the thought of you walking onto him turned him so bad that he thought he might cum right away.

The moment he closes his eyes he could see you, your calloused fingers around his cock and now he is pumping his cock rashly, the hem of his vest being buried in between his teeth, muffled moans escaping his mouth as the squelching noises had gotten louder and louder.

His other hand gradually made its way towards his nipples, pinching and circling around them thinking of your lips instead. “Oh fuck.”, he hisses as his toes curl, his hips bucked up with a force as he thinks of how euphoric it would be to have your soft lips wrapped around his cock, to have your puffy lips on his, to have your boobs tightly pressed against his bare chest, pronounced nipples grazing against each other while Kaeya’s cock is hitting your sweet spot with precision, blessing his ears with the prettiest desperate moans from you.

He squeezes his eyes shut as his hands move up and down his swollen cock, hitting his girth with calculated thrusts. He paces up as he feels his orgasm approaching, huffing and panting, not caring how vocal he has become until the coil at the core of his flat belly snaps, making him dizzy, his hand movements sloppy, and his inner thighs gradually closing, relishing in the high he had just experienced.

Kaeya’s chest rises up and down frantically as he finally opens his eyes, watching the spurs of milky white fluid all over the floor and his study desk. A heavy sigh leaves his body as his breathing normalizes. “Fuck . . .”, he mumbles throwing back his head before closing his eyes and thinking of you, again. He takes a few deep breaths to relax before cleaning the mess.

Yet, when he suddenly heard the footsteps, his heart sank. He regrets touching himself while thinking of you, he regrets not saving himself for you, he regrets chasing love so fast, so insanely that he almost lost his hope for finding the one. 

“Hey Kae-ya, you done?”, you asked, opening the door, “Rosa is gonna be late today. So, I’ll stay and help her. I’m going out to buy some food, you wanna come with me?” You let your exhausted body lean against the door frame while Kaeya remained silent. 

It just made him crazy how blatantly you ignored him, his magnetic affection for you, and the truth was, he cannot even blame you for that. He has always enjoyed this feeling, to like you in secrecy. The more you are unaware of his emotions, the greater chance he has to be around you. Kaeya does not ask for much, just a few more days till he musters up enough courage to finally ask you out.

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@tokyometronetwork

[unloved-cadillac]

Extra Help. (Alhaitham x Reader)

Summary: sexy time with Alhaitham.

Hi everyone. Caddy here. Hope you guys enjoy this one. Got some more fics ready to be published with new characters that I started writing for. Thanks for all your support for the past 2 and a half years. I love every single one of you <3

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Things were quiet in the House of Daena. Less than 10 people were around, reading, researching and writing. You were no different. A particular problem required mindless research and now it started to get on your nerves. Running your hands through your hair, you lean back in your chair and gently exhale. ‘I can feel my body giving out already.’ You think to yourself, closing your eyes.

“But, Scribe Alhaitham. How do we proceed with these documents?” You hear a scholar ask, making you open your eyes and look around. Your eyes land on a man in his usual Akademiya uniform and the other he was talking to.

“Complete them. You’ll get your answers in the 117th aisle. It’ll take some time so get someone to help you. I got some other things to do.” Alhaitham says making the scholar walk away, past you. You watch him go to said aisle then turn your attention back to the Akademiya’s scribe.

He was quite pleasing to the eye, one can admit. You had a few conversations with him in the past and to say his mind was filled with interesting thoughts and ways was an understatement. His outlook on life was one of a simple one but it wasn’t to everyone’s liking. Maybe that’s why he was disliked. Geniuses were lunatics in the eyes of fools.

Smiling to yourself, you look back at your books and continue to study.

Time went by fairly quickly. People began to leave the library and now it was just you and the scribe. You looked up to see the time and it was past dinnertime. “What?” You say to yourself quite loudly making Alhaitham look at you. He knew you. Y/n L/n. One of the few people who could hold a conversation without making it unbearable.

Closing your book, you begin to pack up your things when his voice echoes.

“You were here till quite late, Y/n.” He says, making you abruptly stop. “Scribe Alhaitham. Yes, I had a lot of work to do.” You say and he nods. “For who?”

You walk to him and show him the papers from your peers. He takes it and briefly reads over it. “This took you more than two hours?” He asks and you frown. “Unfortunately not all of us are as gifted as the great scribe.” You take the paper back and put it in your bag. Alhaitham remains quiet and you take it as your que to leave. “Goodnight, Scribe Alhaitham.” You say and begin to walk away.

“Y/n.”

He calls and you stop. His voice. Him saying your name just did something to you. Shaking off those thoughts you look at him. “Yeah?”

“I can help you. If you ask.”

You raise your eyebrows at him and a small smile paints your face. “Really?” He nods and motions for you to come to him. You oblige and pull up a chair to sit next to him. “Luckily there’s not much left to do but I would appreciate any input you have.” You say as you begin to take out the papers.

Alhaitham watches you shuffle everything around and notices how jittery you were.

“The guy who gave me this assignment said that these books won’t be much help and that he looked around but obviously he didn’t look hard enough. I mean, you said it yourself, it shouldn't have taken more than two hours.”

You continue as you flip through your notes.

“You talk a lot.” Alhaitham suddenly says and you look at him a little shocked. “Oh. I’m sorry. I must be really tired. I’m losing my mind a bit.” You jokingly say and tuck your hair behind your ear.

“Stress. It can cause uneasiness in the mind and body.” He says and you meet his eyes. You’re quiet as you think. He is too. After a short amount of time, he leans towards you and then gets one of your papers in his hand and leans back. You exhale a breath you were holding and close your legs, trying to stop the beating down there and watch him read.

“This is your summary, yes?”

“Yes.”

“You got everything down that you need. And some extra information that isn’t as needed as the rest. What else do you need?”

You wet your bottom lip to stop the dryness and clear your throat. “Um, I don’t think I need anything else.”

Alhaitham looks at you, a faint glint in his visible eye. “Are you sure?” He asks as he leans a bit closer. “Nothing I can do?”

Hugging your bag, you blink at him and also lean closer. You close your eyes and wait for his lips to touch yours but it never comes. So you open your eyes and look at him. “I’m not doing anything until you tell me.” He says and you nod. “Tell me what you want me to do, Y/n.” He softly says.

“Kiss me.” You breathily say and his lips are on yours in a heartbeat. Moaning as the kiss deepens, you throw your bag to the side and hug his neck. His kneeling on the ground but isn’t for long as you push yourself into him and straddle him.

Alhaitham’s hands make its way up your skirt and under your panties, softly squeezing the flesh there. You break the kiss to let out a moan and his lips are on your neck as you do.

“More?” He mumbles against your neck for you to hear and you nod. Alhaitham quickly leaves your neck and looks at your face. “Say it.”

“More, Alhaitham. Please.” You whisper and he’s quick to undo his belt and lifts your skirt up. You help by moving your panties to the side and he feels the wetness of your cunt with his tip. A soft groan is sounded from his throat when he makes contact with it but you couldn’t wait any longer.

Leaning up and taking his cock in your hand, you guide him into you making you bite your lip from moaning too loud.

“ ‘Haitham. Too big.” You whimper and he puts his fingers to your mouth. “Spit.” He commands and you obey him and let a good amount of saliva be on his hands.

He rubs the remainder of his cock and gently pushes you down on him. “Fuck.” He whispers and leans up to kiss you. Alhaithams hands remain on your waist and start setting a rhythm for you both.

Back and forth on his waist, your clit gets friction from your panties, overstimulating yourself. You grip his shoulders, face falling on the side of his head.

“I’m getting close.” You whisper and Alhaitham stops, making you snap out of euphoria.

“Alhaitham?” You call and he gently pries you off his cock.

You were confused and embarrassed when he stopped. You hadn’t had a cock in you for so long it made it fast for you to reach your climax. But then Alhaitham held you and lifted you both off the ground and planted you on his desk.

He leans down and takes off your panties and spreads your lips wide open for him to see.

Your flushed face became even redder when he looked at your pulsing cunt.

Suddenly, you feel his lips on your clit and tongue dancing on and all around it. You threw your head back and moaned, surprised at the feeling. Your hands made their way to his grey locks and his hands held your thighs. He only focused on your clit and he knew exactly what he was doing.

Alhaitham french kisses you until he decides enough is enough and gets up to plant his wet kisses on your lips. He takes his cock and slams into you making you suddenly jerk at the force. Alhaitham doesn’t waste time in wrapping your legs around his waist and mercifully thrusts into you.

He swallows your moans while feeling your walls grip around him. The table is shaking, papers are falling and all you could think about it cumming.

“Cum when I say.” Alhaitham says against your lips and you nod as his pace gets faster. He takes nine hand and reaches between you to rub your swollen clit making you grip him.

Your knot in your stomach gets tighter and you rack your nails across his back.

“C-Close!” You say and he shakes his head. “Wait.”

You bite your lip hard to control yourself but he was fucking you too good and too much for you not to cum.

“ ‘Haitham! Please!” You say and he has a hand around your waist, pulling you closer.

“Do it.” Is all it took for him today to let you burst and he cums deep inside you at the same time. His softly groans into your ear and you hold him as you ride out your high. You close your eyes and hum as you feel his lips on your neck.

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“Y/n! Y/n!!” A voice urgently calls you and you open your eyes and look up.

“Marishka? What..?” You rub your eyes and slowly get up from the table you were studying at.

“I was looking all over for you. Have you any idea what the time is?” Marishka says and you look at the clock. “Almost one, apparently.” You say and shake your head. What just happened? Were you..asleep?

“No matter how many times I tell you not to overwork you just go ahead and do it anyway. Honestly if it wasn’t for scribe Alhaitham I wouldn’t have found you.”

You perk up at the sound of his name. “Scribe Alhaitham? What did he do?” You ask.

I walked past him on the way here and ask if he saw you anywhere. He told me you were sleeping here and not to disturb you and handed me the paper you were working on.”

Furrowing your eyebrows you look around the desk to see the books you had gone and just your bag neatly next to you. “I didn’t complete that paper.”

Marishka tilts her head. “But he told me it was. Anyway, that was two hours ago. I need to get you home. Come on.”

Marishka helps pack your things and you walk with her home. When you enter your bedroom, you sit on your bed and hold your head. That dream. How were you going to face him now? Maybe ignoring him would be best. But you couldn’t get the feel of his hands on your skin, his lips on your sensitive neck or his cock deep in you.

Shaking your head you get ready for bed but a knock disturbs you. When you answer it, the man who invaded your headspace, stood.

“May I come in?”

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“I need him. And his co-”

🖤🤍Thanks for reading🤍🖤

-Caddy.

[an-empty-bottle]

A Brother| Chapter 1

It was 12’ noon at the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor in Liyue. Hu tao, the owner of the Wangsheng Parlor, was doing her dutys. Checking for service, polishing the coffins, ect. Zhongli, Hu Tao’s employee, walks through the door.

“Miss Hu Tao, the supplies have been ordered” Zhongli says in a smooth and calm tone.

Zhongli was a tall man that stood at about 6’2, dark brown hair fading to a ember color. He had Ember eyes the color of Geo. He was in his late 20s

“Thanks Mr. Zhongli!” Hu Tao said preppy as always.

Hu Tao was a young girl, she was about 5’6. she had long brown hair that faded to red in low pig tails. She had Orange Red eyes. She was in her early 20s.

“Uh, is Miss Hu Tao here?” A man asked.

“Thats me! Do you have a new client?” Hu Tao asked eyes sparkling.

“Uhm..No you have a letter..” The postman said nervously.

“Aww, thats good to I guess” Hu Tao grabbed the letter out of the postmans hand. The Postman bolted out the door.

Hu tao became quiet as she read the letter. Her mouth open agape.

“Miss, Hu tao..is everything ok?” Zhongli asked worried for his boss.

“He’s coming home…” Hu Tao said her voice a gentle whisper.

“What was that?” Zhongli asked raising an eyebrow.

“He’s Coming Home!!! Can you believe that!!! After 5 years of him going around Tyvet hes coming to Liyue!!!” Hu Tao beamed jumping around the office.

“It sounds like wonderful news, but who exactly?” Zhongli asked, crossing his arms.

“My older brother, Y/n!” Hu tao beamed as she showed Zhongli the letter.

“Dear Hu Tao,

Apologies for the late letter, ive been busy these past few weeks. But I decided im finally coming home. By the time you get this ill be already on mu way home.”

-love Yn”

Zhongli read the letter carefully.

“That must be exciting” Zhongli voice was gentle but it was hinted with some curiosity.

Hu tao nodded happily.

“Oooo! I should make him his favorite dish! Mushroom pizza!” Hu tao gushed.

“That sounds nice, but we still have work to do” Zhongli sighed.

“Hehe oh right” Hu tao chuckled nervously.

It was now 4’ noon, Hu tao went out to pass out flyers, which was a weird way to spread the palor but it works.

Zhongli was at the desk, checking schedules, writing notes, ect. Foot steps were heard and stopped in front of Zhongli.

Zhongli’s head trailed up and a unfamiliar but similar man looked at Zhongli.

The man stood around 5’8, he had brown fading to red hair, he had similar flowerly red orange eyes. He had clear eye bags and his eyes were dull.

“Hello, welcome to Wangshen Funeral Palor” Zhongli said with a smile.

“Wheres Hu tao?” The male asked almost in a demanding tone.

Zhongli’s eye brow furrowed.

“She is out right now, but I can help you” Zhongli said keeping up the calm tone.

“No, I’ll just wait for to be back.” The male mumbled standing of to the side.

Zhongli was about to say something on how she was out, again.

“Y/n!?” Hu Tao was standing in the door way with a huge smile.

“There you are” The Male now known as Y/n stood up properly.

Hu tao ran and jumped into the males arms.

“Its sooo good to see you again!” Hu Tao laughed.

Zhongli watched with confusion, the same man who seemed so dull just a minute ago now, seemingly full of life.

“Oo! Right Y/n! This is Zhongli, my employee!” Hu Tao let go of the male and turned to Zhongli.

“Hu tao getting help, thats something i’d never expect from Miss. ‘im going to do everything myself’” Y/n chuckled his voice soft when talking about his sister.

“Hey! Give me a break I was 6!” Hu Tao huffed playfuly.

“It wonderful to meet you Mr. Y/n” Zhongli said in a well matter tone despite their first meeting.

“Just Call me Y/n, I don’t do that fancy Mr and Misses talk” Y/n scratched the back of his neck.

“Hey Zhongli can you close up? I want to take my brother to dinner before taking him to the inn, though he could just stay with me” Hu Tao huffed.

“Hu, as your brother i’m going to say this in the nicest way possible, your sleep walking makes it very hard to sleep cause you would just stare at me” Y/n stiffled a laugh remembering waking up to hu tao in his face as a kid.

“I’m not that bad! anymore” Hu tao mumbled the last bit.

Zhongli had to admit it was quite the show to watch the siblings banter.

“I’ll close up you go enjoy your dinner.” Zhongli said with a slight bow.

“Thank you! Come on Y/n theres this great place..” Hu tao and Y/n slowly faded as they left.

Zhongli began straighting up for the night.

It was now 9’10 at night Hu Tao was walking with Y/n to the Wangshu Inn.

“Theres an adeptus staying at the Wangshu Inn, Xiao maybe you’ll meet him!” Hu tao burst with excitement.

“Mm, I doubt it, I heard Adetus can be pretty private, unless he thinks I’m a threat then maybe” Y/n look to the side.

“You? A threat? Pffft- People would be crazy to think you would do harm” Hu Tao started to laugh.

‘Its best she doesnt know then’ Y/n thought as they got to the Inn.

“Room under Y/n” Y/n spoke to the lady at the desk.

The lady nods “here your key, room is up the stairs and to the right”.

“Thank you” Y/n slightly bowed his head and turned to hug his sister. “I’ll be over once I get up” Y/n smiled.

“Okay! I’ll probably be at the palor but I wont be free till 2 so go look around Liyue! Theres so much to see!” Hu Tao smiled brightly.

Y/n chuckled and nodded before waving goodbye and heading to his room. Y/n shut the door before letting out a deep breath he didn’t know he was holding in. Y/n looked at this hand, a faint red mark layed in his palm. He closed it.

Y/n saw the bathroom and thought a nice warm show would clear his head.

By the time he got out it was around 10’. Had he been in there that long? Y/n thought still lingered so he walked out of his room quietly. He headed up the second pair of stairs to the deck.

He got to the rail and stared for a bit, thoughts that lingered slowly left as Y/n got comfort from the outside air. That was intill he felt a pair of eyes staring at him from the roof. Y/n turned around and looked up to fine, no one. Y/n turned back and gazed over the field, it felt so familiar but so different.

It was late so with one last deep breath Y/n wondered back to his room feeling the same stare on his back once more. Once his head hit the pillow he fell asleep.

“Y/n?” A young girl called out. “Whats going on?” The girl asked as she watched the flames of there old town dance. Y/n just stood watching there whole life burning.

[hyacinthian-chateau]

hi there! congrats on 200, you surely deserved them all, and it's amazing you got that far doing something you like :) for the match-up event; i'm an esfj and my enneagram type is 6w5, my hobbies include reading fantasy and romance, playing music (singing, guitar, ukulele, a bit of the piano and a bit of the drums too), writing poems/songs or stories, and sketching stuff. i like the nature but mostly anything relates to the sea or beach, as well as forests and mountains (such are the places i grew up in), cats, and fashion. i strongly dislike waking up early lol and being with too much people too much time, people who can't take important things seriously or who are too impulsive to make decisions correctly.

if you ran out of slots or simply don't want to do this request that's fine for me, do whatever you find most comfortable and easy for you :) congrats again and have a nice day!

Jean, ｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

Jean has formed an irreplaceable bond with you.

Hardworking and resilient are some words that best describe the Acting Grand Master. From dealing with paperwork, overseeing preparations for upcoming festivals, and keeping an eye on the energetic young Klee, Jean is always hard at work. And yet, despite your differing occupations, fate seems determined to finally have you two reunited after being apart for a long time. Thanks to the young woman's leadership and efforts, Mondstandt remains in order despite only having half the number of knights.

Both you and Jean had known each other when she was still a recruit for the knights, and you were a novice adventurer. In the past, the two of you would repeatedly come across each other with a handful of her assignments and your commissions corresponding with one another. Maybe it was the time you had spent in each other's presence that the young woman had grown quite fond of you. Even though you two hadn't seen each other, the Anemo-user always tries to maintain communications with you through letters. The day you return to Mondstand, the meticulous knight can't help but stare when you appear in front of her desk with a small folder of documents from the Adventurer's Guild in one hand and a souvenir from your travels in the other.

As the assistant to Cyrus, Mondstadt's Branch Master of the Adventurer's Guild, you are mostly found within the vicinity of the guild's establishment dealing with administrative work. Thus, you were considered a constant visitor to the Headquarters and a friendly face to the knights. Initially, your meetings consisted of overlooking the applications for this year's Windblume Festival. But it quickly changed into you trying to convince her to partner certain knights together during their daily training. You're sick of watching Dame Lizzie and Sir Swan making goo-goo eyes at each other for the past six months! The Dandelion knight can only sigh good-naturedly when you let out a soft cheer upon agreeing to have the two said knights paired up.

The Dandelion Knight always welcomes your presence. Recently, she has noticed her tendency to be drawn by your company even when other people would be in attendance. She doesn't seem to realize, but a few people close to her had--Kaeya, Lisa, and even Albedo exchange knowing glances when they watch the Acting Grand Master's gray-blue eyes shine brightly when you invite her for a brief walk outside of the Headquarters. The trio can only speak in hushed tones as they place bets on how long it would take for you and the Acting Grand Master to come to a realization.

On her rare days off, the young woman finds herself tagging along with you as you browse the trendiest clothing at Marjorie's then, followed by trying the newest drinks at the Cat's Tail. Ah, It's been a long time since the blonde has enjoyed herself like this immensely, and she has you to thank for that. Usually, she is the poised and reliable figurehead of the Knights. But with you, she has no need to uphold her imperative image and allows herself to be…well, herself. The Dandelion knight can't help but laugh as you gape at her when she expresses her fondness for the second male lead instead of the main lead in the newest novel you had recommended.

The said knight treasures your friendship and considers you to be one of her closest confidants. Despite being the intellectual and organized person you are, Jean knows you are always eager to help your fellow adventurers in the field--And yes, that even included Bennett, who was known to run into unfortunate circumstances. She has learned too much about you: From your aversion to dealing with counterproductive and fickle individuals to your inclination to work late into the night and innate ability to coerce her into a few of your antics--She finds herself smiling at the memory of how soaked her pants were when as you two attempted to catch some crabs along Falcon Coast.

Honestly, the swordswoman is well aware of her developing feelings for you. However, she is still hesitant to pursue anything further. From a young age, there had been expectations from the eldest daughter of the Gunnhildr clan, and Jean has never shunned her responsibilities. But like everyone else, she was human and had hopes and desires. Jean is well-read and has heard of love. Some say it's a mysterious entity that influences a person's emotions and behaviours to a certain extent. In the past, she hasn't had the chance to entertain such a thought, but when a warm spring-like feeling bursts into bright-coloured fireworks in her chest upon laying eyes on you once more, she finally understands it.

Hmm, Maybe she'll be brave enough to tell you one day, but for now, she is satisfied to watch how your face lights up like the break of dawn upon meeting each other once again…

[beuhakkaka]

🌊A Sirens song 🌊 (Pt 7)

Annora's calloused fingers loosened against the reigns of her new, temporary partner. The mighty steed she sat upon was as glorious as any wild horse and just as strong.

Although impossibly heavy for someone like Annora, the large wagon the horse pulled behind was a walk in the park for the stallion.

The horse had been worth the rental fee, even if her wallet did ache afterward.

Annora yawned, her aching shoulders and back beckoning her to relax; she did not listen to her body's cries.

In this territory, she always needed to be on alert. Who knows what may happen when journeying to death himself?

But, her body didn't seem to agree, another aching muscle deciding to seize up in anger.

Annora hissed through clenched teeth, wincing at the pain.

"Oh, whatever."

She muttered through clenched teeth.

She wasn't at the cliffside quite yet. It should be fine.

Slowly and somewhat hesitantly, she leaned forward against the horse's neck. The moment she relaxed slightly, her eyelids lowered automatically, threatening to completely shut from exhaustion.

Resting had been something she had bid farewell to when she met that monster, so meeting the old friend again was welcome.

Her free hand absentmindedly brushed the animal's hair, the horse's beautiful mane irresistibly touchable.

She noted how coarse the horse's hair was and discovered a few tangles here and there, but it was nothing she minded.

Actually, she quite enjoyed the horse's mane. With every gentle touch of her fingers, her stiffened shoulders would sink just a little more, nerves put to rest by the chocolate horse.

For once, she did not feel so alone.

The horse trudged along slowly through the forest, hoofs clip-clopping against the soil and grass.

As they grew closer to their destination, Annora's pets began to dwindle; before finally being extinguished altogether.

She stared quietly at the passing trees, green, sleepy eyes swimming with angst.

The familiar towering tree trunks and foliage scattered around the forest used to drum up joyous anticipation in her chest, informing her that she was nearing her favorite stargazing spot.

Unfortunately, now all the landmarks filled her with dread; the days of leisurely charting stars over.

At least until that beast is gone.

Her fingers pulled away from the horse's mane, both hands holding the reigns.

Her knuckles tightened around the leather, trembling ever so slightly as they neared.

Annora slid off the horse's back, her boots meeting the ground with a thump.

She winced at her left legs throb.

The wound she had sustained from the beast's claw never adequately healed. The muscle had been effectively severed from the bone, so she wasn't surprised by the inability to truly heal.

She had to walk with a permanent limp now; she despised this.

Annora plucked up the wagon with a grunt, resting its heavy handles on her shoulders. Now that the mountain had been scaled, she could drag the equipment to the cliffside. She didn't want the horse spooked by the siren's presence.

Annora's breaths were short as she stood on the cliff's edge, a combination of terror and exhaustion plaguing her lungs.

"Well, hello there~"

His voice, although muffled to Annora, permeated her very soul.

She gulped, shaking hands grasping at her skirt for comfort.

"I have brought your meal as pr-promised…"

Annora spoke, ignoring the greeting altogether. She didn't come here for pleasantries.

The siren's lips pulled into a wicked smile, pearly teeth shining.

"Oh, good. I'm so very excited to see what you've brought me…"

He licked his lips, giving extra care to show off how sharp his teeth were.

"I'm super hungry, you know. You better not disappoint~."

He was trying to scare her; Annora knew that much…but it wouldn't work.

Annora got to work, pulling the tarp off the wagon's top.

She gagged as the revolting scent hit her nostrils.

The scent of fresh fish was intense, overwhelming even.

But that was all she could smell, and so Annora felt nothing but relief.

Things were going exactly to plan. Now she just had to start the process of getting it down to him.

Annora grunted as she pulled at the fish tray, sliding it off the wagon carefully to not knock off the piles and piles of fish she had stacked haphazardly on the tray.

She struggled to wrap the rope around the tray's edges, finding the tray quite heavy, but eventually, she secured the tether.

She limped over to the closet tree, securing the rope tightly around its trunk. With one forceful pull, Annora assured the ropes reliability, hmphing in satisfaction. With everything secured, she used her good leg to shove the tray off the edge.

She held the rope tightly in her hands, ensuring the tray was carefully lowered. She didn't want a single fish to go uneaten.

Venti watched with wide eyes as what looked like the bottom of a small sailboat descended from the cliffside; it stumbled a few times along the way, the human seemingly struggling to lower the thing.

He stretched his neck out of the waters, trying to get a better look at his meal.

A pile of fish met his eyes, and he squinted.

He didn't understand human measurements very well, but even he knew that the amount of fish piled on that tray was impossible to catch in one day for one tiny girl.

How in Teyvat had she managed to get her puny hands on so much fish?

There was a small splash as the tray hit the water's surface, floating atop the great blue.

Venti hovered above it, curiously eyeing the fish.

They were all the same species, it appeared, exact sizes too, even the same colors…it was unnatural looking.

That wasn't all, either. As he lowered his face to the food, his nostrils picked up on a very strong, unnatural scent.

It made his nose burn; it was so strong.

He squinted at the tray.

Was it poison, perhaps? If so, there was quite a bit of it. More than enough to kill an entire crew of men.

Apparently, all that virtuous talk about her wanting to spare his life was a big, fat lie, but he shouldn't expect much else from humans.

Course, the poison could never land even a scratch on him, so he wasn't worried about it. Still, though, how had a simple human girl managed to get ahold of so much poison?

None of this made sense to Venti; in fact, he was so confused he forgot to be angry at the attempted murder.

Instead, he saw this as an opportunity to mess with the human.

No harm in playing with your food, right?

He smirked.

"Hmm…"

He poked his claw at the tray, his eyes glinting with mischief.

"I don't like this type of fish."

He flicked the tray away from him, sticking his tongue out in pretend disgust.

"I won't eat it; get me something else, pretty please~."

He looked up at the human girl, his smirk widening.

Those annoyingly bright eyes widened; first, there was shock, and then there was angst. Even terror.

What an utterly delicious sight.

'Now that's a look I love…I've destroyed your sneaky little plan, haven't I~?'

He wasn't even worried about her not getting him more food. She was clearly desperate to get rid of him, so she would acquire whatever he wanted as long as she could feed him that poison…

"…Ok."

The human spoke deceivingly calmly, but Venti knew better; he could see it in her eyes.

That angst, that hate…it was clear as a cloudless night sky.

The tray jolted as the human began to pull at the rope, tugging the tray up agonizingly slowly.

Venti noted the way her arms shook, and he could only smile.

At this rate, she would just collapse.

To Venti's surprise, though, that tiny, weak human managed to pull the heavy tray back up, pulling it onto the cliff's surface and then pulling it away.

The human disappeared, supposedly running off to get another platter of fish.

Venti smirked.

'Let's see what you do now…~.'

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Annora never had much of a sailor's mouth. The occasional 'darn' may slip, but that was it.

Today though?

"Helvete" 

Her mother tongue seemed to alleviate some contempt, but she still felt like she could rip out a few chunks of hair.

The stupid siren had gone and thrown a monkey wrench in her plans, but why he had evaded her. Had he somehow identified the poison?

No, he couldn't have. She smelled the fish herself. The natural stench was more than enough to cover any of the poison. Also, he would have outright refused to eat anything she gave him, not ask her to get a different type of fish.

Maybe he really just didn't like this certain species…

Annora sighed heavily, her shoulders suddenly feeling so much heavier.

If he was average-sized, it wouldn't be all that big of a deal; just a few new fish was all she would need. But because of how large he was, Annora had quite the task set out for herself.

But grueling as it was, she didn't have a choice.

Venti leaned his head against the mountain's base, staring at his hand.

He flexed his fingers quietly, watching his nails elongate with every curl.

Sharpened to perfection, his nails were deadly weapons, slicing into boats and humans like they were all paper.

He smirked slightly.

That human girl. She was already so terrified of him. So how, he wondered, would she react when he finally had her in his grasp? Would she cry? Perhaps scream?

Undoubtedly that fake strength she liked to depend on would all dissipate then, prideful thoughts melting away at the prospect of death.

Yes.

Humans were feeble when faced with death. He had seen it time and time again.

They loved to boast of how strong they were… how powerful their fleets were, and how much gold they had…

But when it all came down to it…humans were puny, little weaklings, fabricating tales of themselves, convincing themselves of their own strength.

Venti understood it, though. When you're so pathetic, the only way to live with it is to convince yourself otherwise.

He chuckled.

Humans…oh, how he despised them.

"Hey-!!! I brought your fish-!"

A voice shouted from above. It sounded like the human girl.

Venti's eyebrows furrowed.

But that couldn't be right. She had left only but a few hours ago. Surely she would need more time?

Venti slowly swam away from the mountain's base, turquoise eyes flashing up to the cliff's edge.

To his surprise, the human girl had indeed returned, another tray prepared and lowering already.

How?

How had she done this?

Was she some fish magnet? Did they all just swarm after her or something?

Maybe it had to do with that delectable scent of hers. It was rather maddening; perhaps those fish naturally were drawn to her.

Lucky creature.

The tray kissed the water's surface again, and as requested, the fish were now all an entirely different species.

But, yet again, every single fish was the same size, shape, and color, and…he could smell that poison again. Strong as ever.

The exact same dose.

Venti's lip curled.

This made not a lick of sense. No one could acquire such materials so quickly, especially not someone like her.

Was she secretly some extremely powerful noble?

That would explain her connection to the supposed "influential pirate."

But if that were true, why would she wear such plain clothes? And where were her attendants?

Maybe this was some type of illusionary magic. That was the only explanation.

He would have enjoyed sending the meal back for another batch of fish, but he was curious now.

Knowing that the poison posed no harm to him, he stabbed a fish with his nail.

He opened his maw, popping the aquatic creature into his mouth.

To his great surprise, the fish was very real, and the poison was completely undetectable. If it weren't for his exceptional sense of smell, he wouldn't have been any the wiser.

This girl had supposedly captured hundreds of fish and then pumped those hundreds of fish individually with an equal amount of lethal poison.

But that wasn't possible; logic and reason wouldn't allow that. The fish didn't even taste bad. It was fresh, shockingly fresh.

So how? How had she done this?

Venti plucked at another fish, popping it in his maw and chewing.

It was tasty.

The human spoke, breaking the shocked silence.

"So. You like that species? I'll keep that in mind for next time."

She sounded pleased with herself, which, surprisingly, really ticked off Venti.

What right did she have to sound so satisfied? She should realize how stupid she had been to think this pitiful thing could kill him.

What an incompetent fool she was.

Venti spoke cheerfully.

"Why yes. I do like this~ bring them again, won't you~?"

"Of course."

Venti smiled.

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Ok so I'm tired so just a sketch for today, also helvete means hell in Norwegian <3

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[clxudlst]

I'm so sorry Kuni-

Angst no comfort (a little sprinkled in)

During his loss what if Ei had shown up?

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Scaramouche couldn't believe it, after everything, he lost..? He was taking deep breaths to calm down not noticing the presence Infront of him until "⸮iʜꙅuƹuʞiᴎu⋊" the voice was extremely distorted but he froze on what they said..

After a white silence, the static that seemed to have grown has stopped, until "My beloved puppet son creation.." although he recognised that voice he didn't want that, HE DIDN'T WANT TO SEE NOR HEAR HER!!... Although he still wished he could be comforted by her.., suddenly he was pat on the head, but he lashed out, taking the long ago discarded weapon and starting to fight his mother creator

The fight seems to have lasted for hours, Ei could be heard begging for him to come back to his senses, but iʜꙅuƹuʞiᴎu⋊ died a long time ago, leaving only a dull vassel behind, filled with hate for his mother creator.

A scream was heard, although short, it was loud, Scaramouche could be seen on the ground slowly bleeding out, his.... Mother? Creator towering over him silently crying and holding him, this scene is familiar, especially for Ei, how sad...

Although Scaramouche was in great pain, he felt also at peace at that moment, like all this heavy burden has been lifted off of him, he looked at the person who was holding him, her muttering incoherent apologies, she had betrayed him again yet this time... He felt at peace.. before he fully lost consciousness to eternal slumber, he heard a faint whisper "Im sorry Kunikuzushi...."

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[roselilies]

[anantaru]

THE PRICE IN MYSTERIES CONCEALED

— ꒰ synopsis ꒱ — who was the man you fell in love with? why did it seem like he was hiding his true self away from you, and why, at last, was he hesitant to deepen the connection in your new relationship?

— ꒰ word count ꒱ — 3.4k

— ꒰ warnings ꒱ — [ns]fw, fem! reader, first time intimate, playing with your tits (tit lover neuvillette), unprotected, he has marks on his chest, loads of cum lmao, virgin! neuvillette but skilled, quick learner, established relationship, size kink (dragon cock giggles), sweet sweet neuvillette he's the sweetest man

there are no two ways to go on about it, but you can clearly hear the words neuvillette doesn’t say to you, you can see it in the light of his eyes. hidden verses evaporating in slow heaves, how rain puddles disappear on a hot day, when he ultimately decides against reciting his longings out loud to you.

instead, he imagined it in his hankering memories, how you'd feel under him, topless, bare and exposed, how it would feel when he was luxuriating in your velvet walls of your entrance and the vivid heat that would envelope him every time he sinks his cock all the way inside.

nonetheless, it's futile, he couldn't do it, he won't make the first step, but he knows, he could swear on it, that there was nothing warmer nor more welcoming then being inside of you.

in such predicament, neuvillette doesn’t know what to do nor on how to get rid of those improper fantasies circulating in his psyche, because, as it happened, he felt disgusted in himself to even daydream in such manners, about his significant other— someone he regarded as infinitely perfect beyond the limits of his own imagination.

besides, he's never done this before, again, he’s fucked his hand while thinking about you, feverish pants and hot breathes exposing him behind closed doors, most of the times it's uncoordinated and without knowing how to bring himself to a nice, proper climax.

neuvillette could never stop his digits from traveling down south before rutting into his hand so fucking desperate, with a heartfelt heat plummeting on top of his body, shudders when he drags over the slit of his cockhead, brows furrowed, pale skin battered in champagne rose, wishing it was your soft, warm cunt he'd be fucking into instead.

and it's not like you denied yourself to him, because there certainly were enough moments in the past where he was presented with the opportunity of advancing it forward, magnifying your new, fresh relationship— souls nurturing in the most sacred, wonderful way, while right before it could be turning into that direction, his eyes would suddenly be unable to hold yours any longer and his worry kicks in right afterwards.

then, as it happens so often, he could feel his embarrassment bottle up when he pushes himself away from you, leaving you behind, yet— remember, he doesn't lie upfront to you, he'd never defy your trust nor succumb to altering the truth, which made it even more awkward to begin with.

to be transparent, gone were the days where he wouldn't have to deal with the enriched pressure and heaviness in his groin, new, unlocked desires that if he were to ignore them, or at least try, only would bounce back with a more intense power, until he was painfully hard all day, not knowing on how to get rid of it once and for all.

to counterbalance, you eagerly note and remember the words he did speak out to you, and despite the veiled meanings behind it all, sheltered below a smokescreen of mysteries, it's there.

furthermore, it was perceivable in the doubled seemings, and despite that, the mysterious man seldomly exchanged words of affirmations, protecting the hidden truth that had been stored in his heart for decades on end.

the man rather spoke in the elusiveness of his delicate glances, and in his imperceptible touch, because there was a primordial light inside the action of his trails. from first principles, he never sought out any of this, because the way he saw it was that unclouded emotions for another individual are best left unrevealed in life. all that mattered, in the end, was what the brain spoke out to yourself, because strict rules must be followed.

but if any moment in time anchored his very soul, created a strong tether to this plane of reality he found himself bound by, it was the moment he fell in love with you.

neuvillette never let you touch him more, currently, he only kisses you smoothly, plants wet, open mouthed pecks along your collarbones before lapping his tongue up, sharp teeth slowly grazing over the soaked skin. it's as if he was scared of unspoken consequences if he were to move this forward, or of the sudden possibility to hurt you.

humans were fragile, he said, like a vase falling on the ground, broken into a million pieces and unable to be fixed again.

presently, your hands find his hair, and the bed dips as you shuffle your frame into him, smothering the small distance of your bodies, laying your warm hand against his clothed chest, just above the little jeweled medallion he always seems to wear. he gulps out strongly when you lock your digits into his form-fitting garments, just to pull him closer to your body as you open his mouth with your tongue, lapping over his wet muscle before pulling away with a pop.

"feel me." you say intimately, guiding his trembling hand over your chest, and awaiting his reactions, testing the waters, while his luminous eyes watch you contently as you pause, his touch reaching your covered breasts, and neuvillette draws his fingers into the concealed mounds, his lips parting for a low grumble, eyes opening wide as it got hard.

"feel how my body reacts when you touch me," you speak in a hitching voice, whining when he pulls at the erected nipple, whilst the fabric of your shirt turned his traces all the more roughened, intense with the garment rubbing against your sensitive tits, "feel how i love you." 

neuvillette sucks in a breath, crossing his tongue over his bottom lip, "i do not want to hurt you." he whispers, his cock growing hard and heavy squished against your core when he unintentionally grinds down a little, both moaning against each other, his breath hot, his noises hanging across the walls of the room. it's without a doubt that this time it's different from prior instances where he was, although with enough discipline, able to remove himself from you, faster and without making a complete idiot of himself.

now, neuvillette was unable to keep his own hips to a complete stand still, he moves them, softly grinds against your clothed cunt before fisting the pillow right next to your head, knuckles turning white at the sheer intensity and power he was graced with, chasing more of the incomparable relief that you are so preciously giving him.

you whine, a noise all winded and hot when you wrap your legs around his hips, "you won't hurt me." you murmur, catching his face with your palms so he could rest in them, "because i trust you."

he believes that maybe you miss it too, desire it, the pleasure that was unlike others, perhaps it had been lacking in every aspect of your relationship which neither of you expected to have in the first place.

and you're ravishing, he can't say if often enough, believing that you were made for living once, because you were one of a kind, made of mesmerizing lights and clear, pure water and a soothing birdsong, sprouting flowers and the finest silk in teyvat.

... unlike him.

neuvillette groans into your lips when you lick across his mouth, leaving his infectious tunes stretch the need in his rough voice, stretching it out long and slow enough until it sounds like a clear beg to fuck you, or at least continue with this.

but besides that, you cannot look into his mind, blinking up at his reddened face that was towering on top of you, "do you want me to stop?" you breathe out, smoothly circling your thumb over his bristling cheek, stilling your hips and attempting to close your legs when he wishes you would just kiss him again.

"no.." he replies almost a little too fast, as if he was ready to beg for it, and his cheeks catch on the color of scarlet red rather quickly, his hands scattering down to your hips to keep you from concealing your movements away from him, fuck, it just feels so fucking good he cannot believe himself.

"i apologize.." his face crumbles with the vulnerability in it, exhaling from his parted lips, "i've never—"

"that's okay." you mouth a spot on his neck, reaching his earlobe, "but i want to hear you." you tip your head forward and give a twist of tongue into his lips, skillfully arching your hips to rub over his erected groin yourself— teeth colliding against each other bound by a crushing sensation that was growing each second.

with a muffled, breathless laugh giving way to a soft whine when he adds more strength to his thrust, you longed to let him know how you felt— yes, right there, you say when he at last, slips his fingers into your shirt to touch your bare breasts, just like that, do it more.

you aid neuvillette in unclothing you as his body flexes under your hands, shivering when your eyes lift to meet his glowing ones, and there’s a moment— you can never forget it, crystalline and trembling on the edge of a leaf, that you could tell that he has been buried inside of his own mind but instead of going back to suppressing his desires, as he did countless of instances before, he answers now, without words— and oh, he gets bolder, the faint, needy whines that crawled into your ears made you rock into him, his digits slipping over your skin and circling on top of your nipples.

the prickles and vibrations in your veins and in your bones multiply and the temperature in your room changes into humidity— your craving body lightening up and threatening to float away by his ever so subtle, sweet traces and rounds on your tits, getting himself to work while you're anchored here only, all eyes on him, under him, by the rhythm of his fingers.

"take your clothes off for me." you say, pinching the hem of one leg and giving it a gentle tug. neuvillette hums in agreement, nodding right after, tongueing at the roof of his mouth in nervousness, because everyone could clearly see that he was tense, yet his cock was turning harder under your attention, he feels like it's going to explode if he doesn't do anything about it now.

he drops all the way back, body lifting off the bed as he slides his high-priced pants down yet not before opening his belt one handed, the "click" of the metal making you tremble, followed by the rest of his clothes which you aided him on, reaching down to drag down your soaked panties as well.

his cock bounces as he kicks the fabric away, and by the time he’s back up on both elbows towering above you, the fullness of it rests long and heavy against the crease of your thigh. His long, slender fingers giving it a slow tug as you watch, entranced by its size and shape— he was way above average, not even that would do it justice, coated with a bunch of small yet thick veins that reached all the way up, hard and aching, right under his cock head that had been desperately glistening with his pre cum.

time slows, stops, holds entirely; he dares to glance down, looking at your drenched pussy and how your hole fluttered around air, shimmering with your slick.

and you wrap yourself around him, arms out so he could lean into you. you know he's sharpening his senses to catch your reactions, adjusting his rubs on your tits when he notes a particular place being a little more sensitive and how you moan out when he touches it.

everything hits all at once, and he cannot get enough, both of you cannot.

for the first time, he experienced actually being free from his shackles and neuvillette needed your affirmations that it was in fact okay, you wanted to continue, because he never kept his eyes off you, always watching you closely through hungry eyes— for all that could happen, despite him continuing to be content with you.

the man was intoxicating, he was handsome from the depth of his ocean eyes to the gentle, sweet expressions of his voice when he whispers sweet nothing into your ears. neuvillette was beautiful, as if carved by literal gods, his chest defined, blue'ish traces, reminding you of tattoos, outlining the sides of his torso— but they weren't tattoos, they appeared to be a part of him since birth, how beauty marks are visible on some bodies, his were larger and resembling the kindest, most soothing waves.

neuvillette kisses down on your collarbone and you gasp out when he suddenly moves a little lower to take a nipple into his warm mouth, shudder when he crosses his tongue over it for the first time, it feels warm and wonderful with his complete weight on top of you.

and you can feel his hand, the rhythm of it on your other breast as it’s wrapped around the solid heat of your bud, continuing to palm your tits when his warm breath fans across your skin.

in this room, the man experienced so many different emotions now, but he feels more alive, within seconds, more awake, more present, and he doesn’t try to talk nor voice too much in the beginning, he just wanted to listen to the pace of your breathing, your whines and what your moans did to him.

he was waiting for your heaves to even out, align in soft decrease whilst he certainly doesn't realize that if he were to continue to hump your bare, thudding pussy the way he did, in accessory to playing with your tits and lapping his tongue across as if famished, there was no way for your heart rate to ever go back in an even pace.

regardless, neuvillette alters his breathing to match your own, his heaves on your wet skin, breathless, hot, when you begin to move your hips up a little, his cock nudging on your hole but never sliding in, his tip alone seemed to be big in it's own right and you wondered if you could even fit him in you.

of course, you were plenty wet, he made sure of that, always so kind and gifting.

your entire face buzzes with pins and needles when he draws himself back from your tits and your hand travels down to catch his girth in your warm palms, fisting him a little and spreading his pre over his drumming girth, grinning when he hooks his hands to your hips, pulling you straight down so his cock would be perfectly situated and ready to feel you, for real this time.

"tell me.." he mutters, "if you want to stop." and you kiss his lips featherlight, "of course, don’t worry about it." and nodding when you drag him across your folds to collect enough slick before slowly, agonizingly slow, push his tip inside.

your eyes flare wide and you arch your back instantly, no thoughts, no judgements, only your breathing getting cut short by the sudden piercing thrust burying inside your tight hole with a stretch that's more shock than anything else, and you hide yourself in his chest when you whimper into his ears, "slower, please". he understands and the restraints in his chest loosen as he wraps his arms across your body, as if protecting you in a sense.

neuvillette shuffles his knees wide and splits your legs further apart, holding you how he wants you, how he thinks will hurt less and even out the burning split on your cunt— he proceeds and fucks into you slowly, inch by inch, waiting a little, before adding another.

you ease up into him eventually, your walls getting used to his girth, the slap of his body against you quiet yet precise, his hips pumping in a slow, rhythmic roll that grinds the low of his stomach against your clit, spotting the prickling point on your cunt. you're turning hazy at the fullness, dipping your fingers into his long hair before pulling him in for a sloppy kiss, lapping across him in slow twists, pinching your hips up to meet his blows.

now, all you could do was to relish in his warmth, curve your back like a bow and let the most desirable, filthiest moans spill from your pretty, pursed lips. neuvillette was quick to catch and watch you, swallowing down every gritty moan and whine that you offered him, because of him, he couldn't fathom that he was the reason you felt that good, passing his cock back into you, in, out, in, out, humming in appreciation between sucking kisses that leave a pinching trail from your neck to your tits that he ever so graciously played with.

neuvillette got a pretty good first impression of it now, and he doesn’t slow, while, his thrusts become faster and more, greedy, not until he unthreads an arm from the mounds of your breasts and caresses the length of your body— slowed and appreciative, sliding his hand over your stomach and up, reaching to your shoulder before hooking his fingers on it— thrusts now faster as he drags you into him, harder, and your tits bounce back and forth with each jolt of his large cock splashing into your hole.

of course he blushes when you tighten your muscles, clenching down on his girth and milking him preciously, it was a dead give-away that he wouldn't last long when he releases a long, lagged moan of your name. like his warm, wet kisses, the drags and fondles of his traces left a wake rippling along your entire skin, a sensory memory, never overridden by anything else.

the coil in your stomach builds up quickly, nerves lighting up when his tongue flicks out to tease the sensitive point of your neck and jawline, body sizzling as if electro infused as pleasure jolts down your flesh until reaching your cunt.

"make me cum," you cry, "i need you!"

"—you have me."

throat tight, body tighter, your hands quick to push him from your neck to your mouth, lips pressing together as you arch and jolt off the bed, up and down, his cock faster than before as the wet, filthy smacking sounds almost overrode your noises. you squeeze around him, hungrily, strongly, suckling in his cock with your thudding hole as his hand on your shoulder clasps behind your neck, pushing you so far up against his glossy lips that you exchanged breathes and whines, throaty groan and cries.

you turn your arms around his chest to strengthen the touch, throat bobbing, mouth dry. there’s no space for anything left and when he pushes himself in you completely, cock disappearing in your used hole, your eyes roll into the back of your head and you shake viciously, climaxing around him, making a mess of yourself, when the bubble in his stomach popped instantly whilst seeing you become free, your liquids drawing a white ring around his girth— neuvillette couldn't go on about it any longer, not when you gnaw down on him so fucking desperate, so loved and fulfilled.

he cums hard, and a lot, and he tenses up, a thrill running over his flesh as his brows furrow, releasing his warm whites with shallow thrusts into your pussy before tucking your body tight to his front and pulls you even more tightly against him, messing you up with his seed. he has been so touch-starved that he can feel drizzling tears form and connect under his lashes in tune with his own orgasm taking him hostage.

his expression softens afterwards, looking like a heavy burden has been lifted off his shoulders, and he dips his head forward, foreheads resting. it's quiet for a while, well, if it weren't for your loud breathes and the clear exhaustion quelling on your facial expressions. the both of you are puffing and blowing out air, finding comfort in the silence when a torrid heat of swirls casts on your bodies, the atmosphere in the room on-fire and fiery.

you decide to kiss his lips, when you finally smirk up at him, eyes aglow, and his own lips are pulled up into an ethereal, handsome smile, his demeanor cascading with an intensity, an honesty, a gentleness and love.

real love.

"i craved you." he whispers, "and i desire you." and kisses your lips one more time.

alas, neuvillette came to terms with himself, knowing that there would never be anything, nothing, that could ever beat the feeling of this.

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[witch-hazels-musings]

cecidi ad vos

warning: comfort / fluff - exhausted/sleeping reader, character carries reader to bed/couch - character perspective, pre-relationship | “i fell to you“

includes: ayato, childe, diluc, kaeya 

character x gn reader | anthology  

ayato 

you try to prove yourself but you don’t need too. there are so many qualities you have he’s astonished you don’t realize them on your own

supportive, dedicated, wanting to do more, always more, until there isn’t any left to give and yet you still find room to pull from 

he’s seen these in you since the day you met, and it’s why he allows you to work at the pace you do, but now it’s past time and he can tell simply by the quietness of the room 

With a sigh, Ayato finally makes his way back into his office. The halls are empty, the attendants have gone on their way but, most of all, the nuisance distractions have passed under the estate gates and are headed anywhere else. He ruffles his hair and sets his clothes straight expecting to see someone feverishly at work on the tasks he had to leave unattended. No matter that it’s late, no matter that the sun has set hours ago and most everyone not essential has taken themselves to bed, he has no doubts you’ll be sitting on the other side of your table reviewing and organizing the work to lighten his load. 

It’s quiet, serene, calm as he makes his way through the partially closed shoji door. The flickering lights cast peaceful shadows along the wall, enhance the scale of the swords resting in their holsters or the cups that have inevitably gone cold. He searches, considers calling out into the stillness of the room, but when he turns the corner and sees you slumped on the desk his heart sinks into his stomach. 

The first worry is someone was able to reach you. The countless enemies with his name on their list have found a way to his most precious secret and snuffed out their light, but as he makes his way to you - with far quicker steps than he would ever share - he notices the slow, steady breaths that raise and lower your shoulders. 

Your head is resting on one side of your arm, the other loosely rests your lap. He sees the pen you were using hasn’t left the obedient fingers they belong to. It’s as if you were in mid thought when slumber stole you from greeting him. How disappointed his is to miss seeing the smile he has grown increasingly fond of.

Ayato chuckles to himself while his needy fingers brush your hair. “Did you not promise me you’d stay awake till my return?” he hums with a smirk, “ah, no matter, this sight has it’s merits too.” 

With ease, he moves to your side and makes himself room by adjusting the cushions and slipping his feet under the long, mahogany table. As if he knows you won’t awaken, he repositions you so your head is resting comfortably on his lap, your body now covered by the long outer coat he often wears. He moves the lamp so your eyes are not blinded by the light.

Once settled, he pulls the table toward him and begins where you left off all the  while his fingers absent-mindedly ghost over your hair and he imagines all the wonderful faces you’ll show him when you wake up.  

--

childe

you take on more than you can chew, but he likes that in a person. the thrill of being the underdog, of the uncertainties that you’ll come out the other end, and the spectacular reward that follows when you succeed. he knows this high well, and you do too 

it also helps that he knows just where to find you when your obsession takes hold. the sudden overwhelmed desire that consumes you the moment the idea pops in your head until it’s taken all your energy and you either pass out where you are or as your walking down the street 

he doesn’t mind catching you, in fact he prefers that it’s him, but he hates how vulnerable you are when it all comes crashing apart and he’s not there to contain it 

His operatives keep him apprised to everything that goes on in the city. Gathering information requires tact, speed, subtlety, and as long as those under him can meet his requirements, they will earn a steady wage. Though it’s not difficult to keep eyes and ears hidden in the walls and cracks of this bustling city, he feels slight pity for the operative tasked at trailing you. 

‘Don’t kill the messenger,’ means nothing to him when it comes to your whereabouts and safety. 

So, here he finds himself, pushing trough the crowds with a scowl he can’t erase all because the information on his report has soured his mood. 

When he enters the small, secluded shop in one of the more questionable parts of the harbor, he can feel the tightness in his jaw increase. It’s dark, but that doesn’t slow him down; why you even liked this place he would never know. The musty books, the terrible lighting in a building that’s sandwiched between businesses he’d consider shady to say the least. There were plenty of other book shops you could go to, he was even happy to find what you were searching for, but that stubbornness of yours always won through in the end. 

When he finally finds you in the twists and turns of the maze-like shelves, he’s immediately annoyed to see some other far too close for his own enjoyment. 

You’re leaning against the plush chair, legs crossed, a shawl draped over your legs. He recognized it immediately as one he purchased for you a few months ago. Your eyes are closed, a book and sprawling notes scattered in your lap while some lurker makes their way to your side. He’s pissed, but not at you. 

“Stay asleep, okay ... I won’t be long --” The stranger’s cut off by the sudden snatch of their wrist that’s reaching toward you. Childe isn’t playing games, and its obvious by the fury flashing in his eyes. 

“Hey there,” he begins in pleasant tone even though his expression is far from it, “I couldn’t help but notice your hand looks a little broken.” 

“---it’s not bro--”

The stranger groans as Childe twists his wrist, a soft cracking sound filling the normally quiet bookstore, “Oh, how strange. It definitely looked that way. Let me get a closer look,” he threatens and though the stranger stumbles toward you he manages to block their access by shielding you with his body. Clicking his teeth, he shakes his head and looks the stranger dead in their eye, “This looks bad, might want to have a doctor look at that.” 

He doesn’t let go until a few more soft pops fill the air and the strangers cheeks are wet, even though they are nodding so fast nothing can stick for long. Childe watches as they stumble away in a panic, arm to their chest as they dash out the door. A shiver of displeasure runs down his spine until he hears something stir behind him. 

Quickly, he adjusts so he can see you, one arm locking to support him against the opposite side of the chair, the other gripping the backrest to keep him close. 

“Ch-childe?” you groan, fingers rubbing your eyes as you slowly wake up. He’s fixed on you, watching your every move, but that’s nothing new. “Wh-what are you doing -?” 

“Trying to draw on your face, but you woke up and now all my plans are ruined.” 

“Haha,” you poke back, waving him away so you can adjust and stretch. He so badly wants you but he’s trying to be patient. It sucks. “I must have fallen asleep.” 

“I’d suspect,” he teases, assisting you at removing the items from your lap. He puts them back in your bag not caring if all the contents actually belong to you or not. He’d like to see someone go against him anyway - he could use the fight. “Let’s get you to a real bed, yeah?” 

“Mmm, what?” Your still groggy and though you’ve started to get up, you’ve fallen back against the chair, confused. 

“Home. Let’s get you home,” he chuckles as he offers you his hand and slings your bag over his shoulder. When you take it, nodding in agreement, he watches how you follow after him with sleep still clouding your eyes and hopes you can’t feel how he trembles as he leads you out of the bookstore. 

--

diluc

you don’t know when to quit, and he doesn’t know how to deny you. try as hard as he can, he continuously fails. there’s no real need for you to take on some of his work, or for you to work on your own in the upper floor of Angels Share, but you do it anyway 

he’s attempted, many times, to dismiss your suggestions - at first they started small, a little, “i can write up the new menu for you,” or a “let me grab these glasses,” and now it’s turned into you working on his resupply orders while, somehow, simultaneously handling your own work 

‘you don’t work for me,’ he’s said once before and nearly had his chest explode when you replied, ‘I know that, but I just want to help you ... is that okay?’ -- no, he should have said, but yes is what came out 

“Do remember to pay your tab in full before you leave,” Diluc reminds, for the third time, to the stumbling patron struggling to get out of their seat. They mumble something while he rolls his eyes and hides his annoyance in the rows of clean glasses waiting to be used. Though they’d have to be another night since it’s nearly close and he wants to be on his way as much as he wishes the stragglers will leave. 

It’s nothing more than a miracle that he doesn’t slam the door and lock it as soon as the clock ticks past the hour, but he’s practicing patience, which isn’t his strong suit. 

“Thmk you --” the patron slurs as they wave goodbye to the cross-armed bartender. He simply nods and watches them struggle to leave. At least they paid. 

Diluc makes quick work of the last few tasks before heading to the office to lock up his earnings. The lockbox feels heavy which is always a good feeling. Especially as the new month draws nearer. Far better to have enough to restock than be low.

When he opens the door, he practically does a double take. Instead of finding an empty office full of stuffy papers and dreary expectations, he sees you passed out on the small office desk, head teetering on your crossed arms. Diluc looks outside the office at the empty tavern before glancing back to you as if there’s some answer as to why you’d still be here. His throat feels dry, no matter how many times he swallows. 

It’s soft, but he calls your name somewhat hoping you don’t reply. The noise isn’t enough to wake you so he clenches his jaw and takes a few steps into the small room. Carefully, he places the lockbox on the shelf. 

“I thought you left ...” he says so tenderly it makes his chest ache. Diluc sighs and examines the work you’ve laid out beneath you. It’s far more than he anticipated you tackle in one sitting - curiously, your work ethic reminds him of someone. He’s about to call your name again, one hand presses firmly against the paper covered desk while the other hovers over your back to help you sit up, but, when you stir and touch his palm, he curls his electrified fingers and lets his head dip further toward the desk. “Even now,” he laments as he lifts his head and watches you dream, “I can’t bring myself to ...” Diluc’s hand moves hesitantly to your cheek but is unable to make the connection. 

He knows what he has to do but wonders if he can. 

With ease, he moves to lift you from the chair. He takes great care in allowing you to fall against him, stopping just before he lifts you to ensure you are secure, and he’s ready. Diluc turns to leave the office when you suddenly nuzzle against him. Your hand finds safety against his chest as your warm fingers touch his clothes. He stalls, trying not to pass out from the sensation as his blinking eyes gaze down at your sleeping form. 

It’s here, in the half-lit, empty tavern where his arms hold you close and your breath fills the silence that he realizes just how bad he has it. “Rest well,” he pleads as he carries you up the stairs and to the apartment above. 

--

kaeya

your always working or that’s what kaeya perceives. he’s be happy if you took a break, any type of break, but he knows that’ll never happen. honestly, he’s shocked you and Jean aren’t best friends, a match made in heaven, because the way he has to look after both of you makes his head ache -- why is it that everyone who works with the Knights of Favonious are some of the hardest workers and worst ‘taking care of your selfers’ 

the amount of times he’s had to literally take things from you just so you don’t get sick, or the number of books he’s had to personally return to Lisa are enough to give anyone nightmares 

it’s not his fault that you thinking filing paperwork or answering letters is, ‘fun,’ but it’s becoming, very frequently, his problem 

There were many things Kaeya hated. Liars, cheats, those who would do harm to others, paperwork; and yet, out of all of those, he hated being on patrol the most. It didn’t matter what time of the day, it was always two things:

One. boring 

Two. severely cutting into his personal pleasure time 

He especially hated it when he had to patrol at night. The sounds of laughter drifting from the local taverns filling his ears but he’s unable to join them, or gather useful information that would benefit the very knights who force him to keep his distance. Kaeya dreads these shifts, but at least he has one thing to look forward to upon his return: you. 

It was well into twilight when he returns to headquarters. His feet hurt but not as much as his heart when he watched the lights of the taverns dim into darkness. He swore he shed a tear at the sight. Next time he’ll ask Lawrence to cover for him; that guy loves being on patrol. 

The halls are empty save for a few research students holding deep, uninteresting conversations in the workshops. Their voices carry even if they don’t mean to. It’s a nice ambiance for his solo trek back to his office, and, it’s along the way he stumble across your own. 

As expected, the light from your office is spilling into the hallway. The partially cracked door a sign to let those come and go as they please, even when you’re swamped and unable to give them your full attention. He smirks to himself, shakes his head and makes his way toward the door. 

Unexpectedly, he doesn’t see you sitting at your desk. Instead, he catches you slumped against the couch, legs outstretched under the coffee table, head precariously slipping further and further toward the hardwood floor. The lamp from your desk is still burning, but the oil has nearly gone out and is struggling, just like it’s owner, at staying lit. 

As if on cue, you slip away from the support of the couch but luck out at hitting the ground. Kaeya skillfully catches you with the use of his dash. 

“Haha, that was close.” Kaeya laughs as he adjusts you in his arms, your body slumping further into him even as he slides his leg under your back to better support you. He pushes the coffee table away so your head doesn’t hit the corner but you can adjust comfortably into the bend of his arm. He finally settles, letting out a soft sigh at the intimate contact. “If I didn’t know any better,” he begins as he props up his leg next to your right side, “You waited until you could fall into my arms.” His tease makes him laugh but it doesn’t settle the pounding of his heart, nor the urge to run his electrified fingers your brow. 

For a while, he watches you sleep. The steady movement of your chest, the rise and fall of your hands resting across it. He observes how relaxed your face is, how your lips are slightly parted and eyes rush back and forth under closed lids. He wonders what you’re dreaming. Somewhere in the back of his mind he hopes its of him. 

“You just aren’t fair, are you.” Kaeya laments as he shakes his head and picks up one of the many sheets of paper you left on the table. You’re at rest against him, he feels priviliage to be that for you on this quiet evening. Of course, he’ll make sure you’ll find comfort on the couch, but not before he allows himself a reward for all his hard work tonight. 

I guess there are some benefits to going on patrol. 

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[genshin-side-piece]

Hazy Shade of Winter (Part 2)

Warnings: Yandere Content, Implied Kidnapping, Implied Captivity, Implied Stalking, Implied drug use, Mentions of alcohol, ]Non-Consensual Touching, my bad writing, anything else I missed, 18+, Minors DNI

A/N: Slightly (?) OOC Wriothesley. I think. I'm honestly not sure. But fair warning just to be safe. Follow up to Hazy Shade of Winter (Part 1)

There was no way to tell time in this place. Being miles under the surface meant no windows, which meant no real way to track the light. Wriothesley also didn’t seem that keen on clocks, or maybe, he wasn’t keen on them where you were concerned. It was a clever strategy, hiding something as essential as time from you.  Without it, you couldn’t gauge how long it had been since Wriothesley had left you. Nor could you know when he would be back. It might be minutes or it could be hours. You could only guess. What you were certain of was that the time you had been allowed was enough to at least feel marginally better. The hangover you’d suffered from thanks to the alcohol and the unnamed stuff had begun to ease. Though you still felt like you’d been struck by a water bus. Eventually, you found yourself capable of leaving the bed long enough to clean yourself up. It was a relief to finally rid yourself of the gritty taste in your mouth. It made you feel somewhat human again, even if it did nothing to change your circumstances. When you were satisfied, you retreated back to the bed, pulling the sheets and light comforter over you. There you stayed, hiding in the darkness. It lured you into the false belief that you were temporarily safe from the storm that was to come. Given your first encounter, you silently hoped that when he returned, Wriothesley would just leave you be. That he would pick on the fact that you cared as much for his rules as you did him and in turn, he would just go. It wasn’t like there was a rush to explain them anyway. You were a captive with no means of escape. From your point of view, he had all the time in the world to explain his expectations for you. His insistence on doing so first thing, when you weren’t even coherent, betrayed the cool facade that he had maintained since. He was excited. He was eager. No amount of sarcasm or dry humor would ever be able to hide that. 

Those emotions further betrayed him upon his eventual return.  Wriothesley tried to seem amicable, at least that’s what you thought. His true tone was muffled thanks to the blankets. You really didn’t care anyway. You only hoped he would get the message and leave. He didn’t. Instead, he ripped the blankets away from you, tearing away the illusion of safety you felt you had. “Still sleepy are we?” The wry tone in his voice did nothing to help. Nor did the tray of food he had brought with him. The sight of questionable sausage and what you thought was porridge made your stomach lurch. You tried to look at anything other than him or the tray; the walls, the ceiling, the door he had left open. Wait. Your eyes went back to it. The door, Wriothesley had left it open when he had come in. Either he was confident you wouldn’t try anything or he was testing you. It really didn’t matter. The proverbial door was open and you were prepared to take it.

You only gave the disgusting excuse for food one more glance before you threw it back in his face. Literally. Your hands came up in one swift motion, smacking the tray out from under him. You barely had time to register the way the light reflected off the porcelain bowl as it flew at Wriothesley before you made a break for it. Again with both hands, you gave him a hard shove, throwing him off just enough to squeak by and make a break for the open door. Around you, silverware clanged as it hit the floor. Glass and porcelain shattered leaving little cuts on your exposed skin, and a very distinctive grunt followed you as you desperately tried to get away. Wriothesley’s hand in your hair ended any hope of that coming true. You hadn’t even made it a handful of steps when the force of which he pulled you back ripped a scream out of you. One moment you were vertical. The next you were facing the ceiling, back pressed firmly into the lumpy mattress as Wriothesley snatched a hold of one of your wrists.  “Oh” He let out a dry laugh, that same dangerous glint returning to his eyes. “You want to fight do you? Well-” With his free hand he reached down, detaching the cuffs from his belt. “Let’s fight.” One look at them told you his intentions. With a garbled scream, you kicked at him again. This time though he was ready. Wriothesley maneuvered his hips between your flailing legs. The best you could do was smack him square in the ass with your calf. An action he seemed to enjoy, based on the smirk he gave you after you landed your first strike. “Give it to me.” Meaning your other hand. His tone was flat, expectant, and generally uninterested. To your horror, your escape attempt had done little to rile him up. Instead, he patiently held out one hand, while the other kept a grip on the wrist he had since locked in his handcuffs. “You’re already going to be punished for refusing your food. It’s only going to get worse for you if I have to reach under you and get that hand myself. Do yourself a favor and give it to me.” You still refused, vehemently shaking your head no. It was a foolish move on your part. You were all too aware of that. The smart decision would be to cooperate with him. To obey him this one time in the hope that he offered you some form of clemency. That wasn’t the decision you made though. Instead, you chose to refuse. You chose to fight. Two things you had been denied thanks to how he’d had you abducted. Two things you were all too prepared to give him in spades. All things considered, It was no less than he deserved. Wriothesley could only sigh at your refusal. He almost managed looking mournful for a moment, but it was short lived. The cocky smirk returned before he could finish his next statement. “You really want me to be the bad guy, don’t you?” Your response was to try to tuck your arm even further behind you, cementing your choice to disobey him rather than concede. “Foolish.” He clicked his tongue. “I suppose you’re really no different than the rest. Seems you’ll just have to learn this lesson the hard way.” There was only a brief shrug of his shoulders before Wriothesley finally followed through on one of his threats. All it took was one pull. 

You screamed again, the metal of the cuff around your one wrist digging into your flesh to an extreme degree as he drug your entire body off the bed. The pain that shot through your body was horrific. It felt like he was trying to rip your arm off from the force alone. Nevermind thin cuts and bruises left by the steel he had locked around your wrist. It was a foregone conclusion that he was going to get what he wanted. The force from the pull had wrenched what control you had away from you. Your body flailed in a tangle of limbs as you tried to catch yourself from falling face first onto the metal floor. He caught you, barely, but he made sure that you didn’t land into the pool of gray gunk that was congealing on the floor. Instead, you were wrenched up by your waist long enough for your other wrist to be captured in the steel of his cuffs. From there you were unceremoniously dumped onto a clean part of the floor and left to wait.

There was no quip that followed your escape attempt. No snide comment or even the faintest hint of judgment. Just a cold glare as he removed the longer chain from his outfit. The rattling bounced off the metal walls, causing you to flinch at the noise. While your headache had temporarily subsided, the piercing noise of metal echoing off of metal seemed to bring it roaring back. You whimpered, but only enough so he wouldn’t hear you over the jostling of his outfit. Thankfully he was kind enough to be quick about it, but only because removing the offending chain was easy work for him. The fact that he was punishing you to the point that you felt your ears would bleed was an inconsequential detail. You half expected him to say you deserved it. “I’ll only say this once.” He rotated the chain until he had an end in each hand. “Do as I ask. Don’t make me use force again.” Implying you wouldn’t like what would happen. Considering your present circumstances, you were fairly sure you wouldn’t. He’d already had you kidnapped and personally manhandled you without much provocation. To push him much further, at least at present, might result in a situation that was altogether unpleasant. “Hands” He gestured for you to lift your cuffed hands, which after a slight hesitation, you did. It wasn’t a leap to figure out his next move. One end of the chain found its way around the connecting link of the cuffs, while the other stayed firmly in his hand. “Up.” He moved his hand and you half expected another gesture, but instead he held it out to you, offering it as a means of assistance should you need it. An entirely gentlemanly gesture, from a brute of a man. You ignored it, awkwardly pushing yourself onto your wobbly legs. The effort to right yourself was a struggle. The failed escape attempt and subsequent fight after had drained what little energy you had woken up with away. Your legs felt no better than jelly. Standing on them or worse trying to walk on them would require a specific level of effort that you weren’t sure you possessed. The decision to not eat was a poor one. Even if the food was revolting, you probably should have seized the chance to get something in your aching stomach. At least then you could still the shaking that was quickly working its way across your entire body.

Wriothesley didn’t give you time to fret over it nor did he wait for you to fully steady yourself. The brief show of gentlemanly behavior was forgotten almost as quickly as it was offered. He yanked the chain hard, dragging you through the doorway and into the empty room beyond with little trouble or care. You stumbled, falling to your hands and knees against the rough metal floor, the sharp edges of the cold metal cutting into your exposed flesh even more. The sting from the metal biting your skin made you wince, not that Wriothesley noticed. He kept walking, pulling the chain tighter the further away he got. The silent demand from him was that you keep up; whether it was by walking or crawling. He didn’t seem to mind which. He only wanted you to follow until he ordered you to stop. Then he would move on to whatever humiliation he had planned next. Your cheeks burned at the very thought of it. How dare he. You had half a mind to repay his rough behavior with some of your own, but you weren’t nearly as strong as him. Given his size, you doubted you would be able to shift him. At most, you pulling on the chain or refusing to go any further would be a mild jerk against his hand. An inconvenience for him at worst. Hardly worth the energy or the struggle considering your current predicament. 

“Rule number one.” His voice drew you from your thoughts, pulling your attention back to him. He strode to the center of the room, bending down to loop the chain through a d-ring that was bolted to the floor. “You are the master of your own treatment here.” You stared up at him through the fringe of your lashes as he stood to his full height. “Call it irony” He shrugged. “But I don’t like the idea of punishing you. It took quite a bit of work on my part to bring you here. I even paid extra for the deluxe delivery.” Were you supposed to be impressed by that? It was laughable to consider that he expected you to fall all over yourself and thank him for taking such care with your abduction. Yet one look at him told you, that was exactly what he wanted, or rather he expected your compliance as a result of his supposed care of you. A trade. A bargain. An insult. In your mind, if he had the nerve to kidnap you, then the very least he could do was see to your safety during said act. Anything afterwards, like now, was a different transaction. Something you weren’t entirely interested in participating in unless it involved your unconditional release.  “So bearing that in mind, I suggest you consider your actions or rather your reactions in the future. I don’t want to get rough with you, but as you’ve seen, I’m not above doing it.”

“My actions?” He didn’t bother to hide his surprise when you finally broke your silence. “I’m sorry, I can’t recall ever having someone kidnapped for any reason, let alone to satisfy my own vanity.” He was quick. Despite his surprise, Wriothesley was able to volley a response back to you or rather he tried too. “That’s not-” You scoffed looking away for a moment. Any excuse or justification would go as far as his own lips. You didn’t want to hear them. You didn’t care about them. Clearly, based on your own feelings, they didn’t matter. Nothing could justify what he had done to you, nor would it justify anything that would happen in the future.  You could spend a thousand years with him and still call him a stranger. Above you, he let out a long breath. Your refusal to hear him had given him pause. You could tell those cold eyes were still firmly fixed on your face. He was intently watching every single thing you did. You knew he was.  When you finally decided to turn back, your eyes met his. They had never left you. He merely traded the view of your face for the back of your head and vice versa. Beneath the surface, you could see a myriad of emotions swirling within his eyes. He wasn’t as confident as he appeared. Wriothesley had worries, he had concerns. There was even what you felt was a twinge of doubt if you looked long enough. 

In turn, his eyes read and judged every emotion, every expression that you didn’t bother to hide. They saw your anger, your confusion, and even your own fear. You hadn’t fully acknowledged it yet, but you were every bit afraid as you were angry. In the span of a night, your life had become the property of someone else. He could do anything he wanted with it. You were powerless in stopping him from doing anything he wanted. Your current predicament was proof of that. “Look, I-” He let out another sigh. “I don’t want our first true interaction to happen this way. Please don’t be like this.” Please don’t fight. That’s what he meant. Just submit to his wishes and desires. Don’t make him beg, don’t make him force you. A not so impassioned plea from a man who was a stranger to you. He was trying his best to placate the fury that was radiating off your body, but the wound he had inflicted with his actions was far too fresh for it to work. “I’m happy to make nice with you. I’ll chalk the escape attempt up to the fact that you’re still adjusting. Perhaps I was being a tad unrealistic with how long it would take you to work through everything. Though-” There was a long pause after that. “in truth I would like an apology. You nearly burned half my face off with hot porridge.” He gestured to the side of his face as some sort of reference. You silently stared back, wishing you had. There was a chance you would have gotten away or at the very least put some much needed space between you and him. “Come on. I’m giving you an easy out here. Just apologize and we can move forward. It will make things easier for us both if you do. Believe me when I say that I would rather spend the limited time I do have with you doing anything else but fighting with or punishing you.” Swallowing, you silently noted that he was in for a rude awakening. “I would rather be at home, in my own bed. But we can’t always get what we want, can we?” A chill washed over the room. You weren’t sure if it was him or you, but you felt it all the same. “Instead I find myself at the mercy of a lunatic!” Your voice shook as the fear began to overtake your anger. The lack of food was fueling your desperation, which in turn was driving both your fear and your anger. You could feel yourself slowly losing control. It was a vicious cycle, which was reaching its conclusion at a rapid place. “I have no intention of playing this sick game of yours.” His entire body sagged in what you could only guess was disappointment.

“God-” He rubbed his scared eye with his free hand. “I truly didn’t think you would be this stubborn.” His hand fell back to his side as he stared at you with fondness. “It’s cute though. I like someone with a little bite to them. Makes things interesting. Still, I was hoping you would get the message right off the bat. But, if you insist we spend this time this way, then so be it. I will be all too happy to give you what you are so eager to earn.” He wrapped a length of chain around his hand, tightening what was left between you and him, pulling your arms towards the d-ring. You had to inch forward on your knees, just to ease some of the tension in your shoulders. “I will, out of the kindness of my heart, forgive earlier.  Before I left for my meeting I did tell you that you could be upset with me and in that spirit, I suppose you were only doing as you were told. I can’t fault you for it.” He wrapped another length around his hand, pulling the chain even tighter and you ever closer. “Just now though.” He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth as he silently recalled what had just transpired. “I’m afraid I can’t forgive that. Refusals, altercations, and escape attempts are strictly forbidden from here on out. As I mentioned, you are the master of your own treatment. Behave and we can co-exist peacefully. I might even consider special privileges if I’m convinced you’re sincere in your behavior.” Refuse him or fight him or even try to escape him and you would end up where you were now or possibly somewhere far worse. 

In retrospect, you knew your current predicament was fairly mild compared to the ways he could make you suffer. Humiliation, starvation, degradation, and pain were only the first steps. There were bones that hadn’t been shattered, flesh that hadn't been marked, limbs that hadn’t been removed. You and he had a long way to go before you reached the point of no return, and that’s if you ever got there. In the back of your mind, you knew you wouldn’t last that long. He would break you long before you ever got to that point. “Am I being clear?” “What-” Tears stung at your eyes for the first time, closing your throat and forcing you to momentarily choke on your own words. You didn’t want to admit defeat so easily, but what other choice did you have? This was his world. Even if you managed to get free, no one within the fortress or outside of it would help you. He could easily send the guardes or even himself after you. The general population of Fontaine wouldn’t question why a fugitive from the fortress was being hunted. The assumption would be you were just another escaped convict. A threat that the Duke himself felt he needed to personally handle. 

It was only then that you realized your disappearance probably hadn’t even been noted. It had been the weekend when you had gone out. Work had been tiresome and the promise of a day off meant you had the chance to blow off some much needed steam. With that in mind, there would be no one to miss you if you didn’t show up the next day. Same for the day after. By the time you did have to return to work, Wriothesley would have had plenty of time to cover your tracks. He could make your disappearance seem quite ordinary. Maybe you had run away to Sumeru, you had been talking about it or perhaps that serial killer got you. Wouldn’t that give your co-workers something to talk about? Maybe no one would even notice. People came and went from your place of work everyday. It wasn’t that unusual for someone to be there one day and gone the next. The reality of that hit you harder than the sedative had. No one could help you. No one would save you. Not a single soul, outside of those involved, knew you were here. No one, outside of the man standing above you, cared.

You choked back a sob as that information sunk in. It was loud enough and perhaps distraught enough that Wriothesley drew his brows together in genuine concern. From your vantage point you could see he wanted to check on you, to ask if you were alright, but he held his tongue. He just stood there, staring at you as hot tears spilled freely down your cheeks. “What do you want?” A pregnant pause followed that. As if the answer was stupidly obvious to everyone, except you. 

“I would think that is rather plain.” You looked up at him again through tear stained lashes, sniffling as he moved closer. “I want you.” Your throat bobbed, thickly swallowing the rising panic that was filling your body. You racked your brain, trying to think of any reason as to how or why this happened. How had an excuse me, an introduction, and have a nice day translated into you being in chains at his feet? The encounter between you had only lasted seconds. In your own mind, there was no feasible way a chance meeting could have this result, unless the meeting itself wasn’t by chance. 

Your eyes flew back to his face as your mind began to put all the puzzle pieces together. Chocolates, flowers, perfumes, and even lingerie had been sent to you in droves over the course of the year. Your mind whirled, suddenly recalling all the other strange or odd occurrences that had happened, especially in the last few weeks or so. The feeling of eyes watching you everywhere you would go. Strangers scribbling notes when they thought you weren’t looking. Your clothes, namely your underwear turning up missing every time you took your things to the laundress. The door to your apartment being unlocked despite you remembering that you had locked it. God. Your eyes got wider as the full picture came together. A year. Oh god, he had been watching you for a year.  “Look who finally figured it out.” 

On instinct, you tried to pull away, but his foot slamming down on the chain brought that plan to a decided halt. Your body jerked with the chain, a frustrated whine escaping your throat as you continued to struggle against the cuffs. Escape in this case was utterly futile. You knew that. The chain that was connected to your wrists was firmly in his hand. Even if you managed to get away from him, the room you were in only had one visible door; the chamber from which you had just come. The exit you could not see, the one that would take you to the rest of the fortress was almost assuredly locked. Then there was the fortress itself. A maze of locked doors and heavy bars. If the building itself didn’t stop you, then the guardes most certainly would. All Wriothesley needed to do was raise the alarm and he could have your right back where you were now in a matter of minutes. “You know-” Your eyes met his again, noting the hints of malice that were beginning to swirl in the icy blue depths. “I never believed that you didn’t fully know.” He leaned down, resting an arm on his thigh as the slack portion of the chain rattled in the background. “I told myself that no one was that unobservant of their surroundings.” A soft chuckle slipped past his lips. “I’ll be damned if you didn’t prove me wrong. Seems like all those nights where my anxiety kept me awake were in vain. You had no clue, did you?” He furrowed his brow, gently chuckling again. “Did you ever think to ask? Did you just assume someone was sending you gifts and that would be that?” You wanted to slap the smirk off his face, maybe leave another scar while you were at it. “Of course I asked.” Since you couldn’t slap him, you tried to add some venom to your voice, hoping it would compensate for your lack of movement. “I spoke to the couriers and the stores. No one knew. They all said the same thing. All the orders had come with the necessary payment by mail via an unmarked envelope.” There had been no indication of where the letters had originated from. The only thing worth noting about them was the simple stationary on which they had come. The paper lacked the ornate embellishment that was associated with the upper class, yet the paper itself was of a high enough quality that you could discern the sender had money. That theory had been further proven based on the gifts he had sent. Everything you had received was from the finest shops in the Court and of the highest quality. They had all cost well above what the average admirer could spend. That had told you that your devotee was at least well to do. Wriothesley, as the Duke of Meropide, was certainly that. “I thought that when my admirer was ready, they might be normal and present themselves properly.” Not have you abducted and brought to the bottom of the sea. “Because that would have gone oh so well.” He tilted his head slightly. “I’m sure that I’m exactly what you were expecting, hm?” He wasn’t. 

You let out a heavy sigh, trying to ignore the obvious. Wriothesley had been the last person you had been expecting. Worse though, was the thought of the Administrator of the Fortress coming to your door for no explicable reason. Even with flowers in hand, the idea was a terrifying one. The Duke of Meropide wasn’t exactly a celebrated figure in the eyes of the citizens of Fontaine. While his rise to prominence certainly made him an enigma, the few that knew what he looked like, tended to avoid him at all costs. To see the Duke or any officers of the law on your street was often a sign that trouble was soon to follow. If you had known that Wriothesley was your admirer or if he had shown himself to be interested in you in a normal way, it was entirely likely that you would have run. Even knowing that you had committed no crimes in the eyes of the law, the risk of having him so close was one you didn’t want to take. The goal of every citizen was to avoid the fortress and all of those associated with it. You weren’t excluded from that. “See the dilemma?” Your first reaction was to fix your eyes to the floor, while you felt the first twinges of embarrassment creep their way up your neck. “Kid- kidnapping isn’t exactly a viable solution.” You raised your eyes to him again, trying to make that sound as harsh as possible. “Neither is this, for the record.” He just laughed. “If we’re adding things to the record, then throwing hot porridge in the administrator's face isn’t exactly the smartest of moves. Neither is disobeying my orders or trying to escape.” You squirmed, stupidly pulling on the chain as your own frustration spiked. “I’ve done nothing wrong!” He laughed again. This time, his laughter echoed off the walls, hurting your ears. 

“You hadn’t done anything wrong.” Until you threw the food in his face, and kicked him, and disobeyed him, and tried to escape. “I don’t think I need to list the crimes for you. I’m sure you’re aware.” Crimes? Your mind whirled at the very mention of the word. It was inconceivable to think that you had done anything wrong.

Fresh tears stung at your eyes as the frustration his words caused you, washed over you. No. It couldn’t be. You were innocent. He had abducted you. He had tricked you. You weren’t his prisoner. “But as the administrator of the fortress, it is at my discretion on how you are punished.” Wriothesley stood to his full height, reaching for something in his pocket. “Unfortunately for you, I don’t have time to deal with that.” He produced a medium sized lock, which was promptly attached to the chain and the d-ring, forcing you to hold your position at his feet. “I have more meetings. I suppose for now-” He mockingly thought about it for a moment. “Your punishment can be that you get to think about how you’re going to make it up to me or maybe, you reconsider your attitude. If not, then perhaps I’ll have to get slightly more strict with you.” From your vantage point, you watched his eyes drift away from you, focusing on something behind you. There was only one thing that could be; the room you’d woken up in, the bed. “Seems cruel to consider.” Your eyes went wide at the thoughts that were running through your head. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t. “I’d hate to do it.” Wait. “But maybe I was too nice at the beginning.” No. “Maybe I’ll just leave that with you though.” His focus came back to you. “Based on your expression, you get my meaning. Persist on your current path though-” His tone developed a steely, authoritative hardness to it that you didn’t like. “And perhaps I’ll go against my better judgment and make you earn things like a bed and hot food, at least until I can be assured that you don’t need too. That’s if I can be assured at all.” You blindly shook your head as you realized this man intended to keep you indebted to him for the rest of your life. “No? Well-” There was an odd chuckle that followed that. “Tell you what.” A long pause stretched out between you. He waited, oh so patiently for you to finally look up at him before he opted to continue. “I might be inclined to go easy on you. If you decide you’re ready to behave.” If. It had the same inflection as before, though this one possessed more doubt than its predecessor had “Let’s test the waters. I’ll give you something easy, something simple. I bet you couldn’t take more than that, could you? By now, I’m sure you’re feeling a little drained.” There was a brief moment where you thought to challenge him on that. Drained wasn’t the right word for it. Exhausted maybe? Famished and dehydrated; absolutely. In your mind though, you believed you could take all he threw at you and more, but your cramping stomach and oncoming dizziness told you otherwise. Your body had been taken to its physical limit. It couldn’t handle anything more; not without getting food into you first. “Let’s try… you giving me a smile again. That seems like a simple thing. I’ll even sweeten the deal. Give me a smile and I’ll bring you a little something to eat. I bet you’re pretty starved by now. Some fresh bread or maybe even some fruit, surely that’s enough to get me a smile?” It shouldn’t have been. In any normal circumstance, it wouldn’t have been. Had you been back in the court, you wouldn’t have given him the time of day. But here, in his world, you didn’t have that luxury. Here he could determine every detail of your life, including when you ate next. Considering you had already gone a day, you briefly wondered how cruel he could be. Wriothesley ran both hot and cold. His reactions shifted between the two with frightening regularity. It made him difficult to read in a situation like this, which was why you had to consider your answer carefully. 

There was no winning here, you knew that. Wriothesley had stacked the deck against you long before your kidnapping and arrival. Now he’d dealt you the losing hand he’d prepared for you.  If you refused, would he cave due to his own feelings for you and bring you a meal anyway or would he demand an even higher toll for your next meal? Would he let you starve if you refused to pay that price? How many meals would he allow you to miss before the inevitable happened. How many could you stand to miss before you yourself gave in? Upon further review, a smile was easy. It was simple. It wouldn’t tax your fatigued state any further. You could just give it to him to make him go, but again that carried risk. Once meant always. Always meant forever. There would never be a time where you would be able to refuse him without running the risk of being punished. One frown could send you right back to where you were. “Well?” You didn’t want to. 

“I-“ You drew in a slow steadying breath, trying to calm the emotions that were running through you. At this stage, you wanted to scream, you wanted to cry, you wanted to lunge at him and you wanted to do it, all at once. You couldn’t though. Even if you felt like you were drowning, you couldn’t give in just yet. For now, you had to remain in control. “I hate you.”  Above you, he released an incredulous scoff.

“Believe me, I’m aware.” His nonchalance about this whole thing only served to irritate you further. He was acting as if everything that had happened between you was a normal thing. As if he kidnapped and manhandled and humiliated people everyday.

“So why should I smile at you if I hate you?” You swallowed as your eyes found his again. He towered over you, giving the answer very little thought.

“Because I asked you too.” You hated how his tone sounded almost thoughtful. “Let me be perfectly clear, unless the world is about to end or you are deathly ill, I will be your sole companion here. That means you will rely on me for everything.” And the fruits of that reliance were determined based on how well behaved you were. In his words, you were the master in your own treatment, which meant you decided your own fate. “We can keep on this path, if you like. I can play the mean warden just as easily as I can the affable fellow. It makes no difference to me how we get there, just so long as you understand we will get there in the end. One day those defenses of yours will crumble and that anger you currently feel will give way to something else.” Was he implying you would fall in love with him? “It happens to everyone down here. Some get angry, some are perfectly fine with it.” “I will never be fine with it or this.”  He smirked again, a gentle spark of mirth dancing in his eyes. “We’ll see. I tend to have a pretty good handle on people, especially when it comes to how they’re going to react to certain things. You’re no exception.” His head tilted slightly. “But keep telling yourself whatever you need to keep that fire in you burning.  I’m beginning to find your anger endearing. You’re cute with your face all scrunched up like that.” He chuckled, his smirk growing larger when the sound only served to make you angrier. “Maybe I’ll lock down the pankration ring one day, just so we can spar. It might be fun to turn you loose for a little while, if for no other reason other than to get my hands on you.  But I suppose that depends on one thing?” You let out a heavy breath, grinding your teeth in mild frustration. “What?” “Will you smile or not?”

[monicahar]

“thanks for the flowers!”

“what flowers?”

in which they find out you receive a gift from someone that isn't them.

characters; wanderer, alhaitham, kaveh

; i keep seeing that damn tiktok 😐 gender neutral reader, fluff, crack,

WANDERER eyes you skeptically, suspicion being evident on his pale features as he scans your expression up and down. has he already caught on to your little prank?

“first of all, who in their right mind would court you? and with some sappy flowers as well?”

you return his unamused gaze, finding him very unfunny.

“you do know that you're dating me, right?”

“unfortunately.” he clicks his tongue, further leaning towards your face, brows still furrowed as if he's trying to decipher something, gazing at you with an unreadable expression that has your resolve crumbling. “is this another one of your antics to get a rise out of me? if so, it's not working.”

his lips break out into a grin upon watching your eyes widen. but your shock doesn't last long—him immediately seeing through your silly scheme isn't an unexpected outcome, funnily enough.

“you're too serious sometimes.” you pout at him whilst he scoffs, “just humor me. what would you actually do if i managed to receive flowers from another?”

“it's simple—you can't.” comes his swift and confident reply, offending you as you stare at him incredulously, weighing the implication of his words.

“you speak of me like i'm the most unattractive person in teyvat—what do you mean i can't?”

“you're an idiot. would i have really chosen you if you were unattractive in any way?” he crosses his arms before facing you completely, indigo hues staring directly into yours.

“i already eliminated all those who dare steal you from me.”

...?

you freeze on the spot, processing what you've just heard.

“...excuse me?”

“—just kidding. i'm no longer that type of person, hah.” he huffs out a derisive laugh, yet his humorous farce does not meet his eyes.

not finding any comfort in his supposed testament of it only being a joke, you opt to stare at him confusingly in return. weirdo.

ALHAITHAM, much like the wanderer, catches on to the prank immediately. whether it's intuition, scarily precise deduction or just the way you generally act weird when it comes to lying to his face—he still figured you out in the end like it's nothing.

but unlike the wanderer, he decides to humor you and play along. what a good boyfriend.

“...you mean you didn't give me the flowers?” you flutter your lashes at him, a horrible and terribly inefficient way to convince him that the whole thing with the flowers is actually real. alhaitham suddenly has the rare urge to laugh. since when did you act like this?

alhaitham shifts in his seat. “no. who do you think it's from?”

“hm.” you hum thoughtfully, bringing a finger to your chin as if in deep thought. the scribe briefly wonders how far you're willing to take this joke. but he digresses—the chances of him actually getting mad at you are akin to that of kaveh finally shutting up—

“maybe kaveh? he grew an interest in flowers recently, so i've heard. maybe he sent some as like a sign of friendship or something along those lines...there's no way it means something else, riiiiiight?”

alhaitham pauses his train of thought.

speak of the devil.

momentarily doubting his conclusion that you're just pulling a prank, he quietly glowers at you as if silently telling you to take back your words.

“what about him?”

you immediately cower upon the drop in his tone—raising your arms in defense when alhaitham moves to stalk closer to you. “i was joking! i didn't get any flowers from anyone and last time i conversed with kaveh was when i—”

“let's go.” he grabs the back of your collar and drags you along, a newfound heavy weight in his footsteps as an indescribable and uncomfortable feeling creeps up on his neck.

“i really was just joking, 'haitham! i was bored and i wanted to annoy you for a bit! i swear!”

even if it wasn't true, the thought of kaveh gifting you flowers without his knowledge—

alhaitham's expression subconsciously turns sour. quite unlucky that you couldn't witness the extremely scarce sight of jealousy on your boyfriend as you are comically dragged against your will behind him.

“the nearest flower shop is just around the corner. tell me if anything piques your interest.” he says in way that has no room for argument. he is getting you flowers now.

KAVEH falls for it, obviously. not exactly the sharpest tool in the shed outside his designated profession, you see.

“i don't remember buying any flowers...” he mutters to himself, the gears in his head turning. it's almost laughable when he finally pieces your words together, a look of disbelief painfully present on his faxe but by some miracle, you resisted the urge to burst out in giggles right then and there. “wait...i didn't send any!”

“is that so...then who would send me flowers other than you?” you edge him on, instigating at its finest, much poking a sleeping bear with a stick while you circle it tauntingly.

an actual enraged kaveh is something you've never seen before, just some tantrums and endless ranting about some clients and his roommate. you've always wanted to see it—just not directed at you, hopefully.

“that's...ah, people already know you're dating me though, so it can't be someone hitting on you. maybe it's just from a relative or—”

“really?” you tilt your head, feigning a bit of confusion. “then i suppose i should keep these red roses then. i'll ask tighnari how to keep them alive, i guess.”

“w-wait, wait—could you repeat that?”

“hm?” you face him, “i'll ask tighnari?”

“no, the one before that.”

“...i'll keep the red roses?” you had to hold yourself back from grinning ear to ear when his eyes widen.

it's not unexpected that someone versed in the beauty of art would recognize one of the most common flower's meaning. quite the handy trivia.

he immediately stands up, grabbing your hand in tow as you yelp in surprise at his abruptness.

“kaveh?!”

“those flowers mean love! like, actual romantic love! i'll burn it for you right now! where'd you put it!?” the intensity of his ruby gaze sends shudders down your spine.

“it's not like i reciprocate it—”

“still, no one other than me should be sending those...!” kaveh tightens his grip on your hands, “i don't like the idea of someone hitting on you. i can't let anyone attempt to take you away from me...”

you blink. “kaveh...”

“—that's why show it to me now! or i'll bite you!”

“okay, okay! jeez...”

now...how are you going to break the news to him that it was actually yellow roses, and most definitely not from an admirer?

the biggest hater of my work is myself. wtf am i writing bruh ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ

[unloved-cadillac]

Everything Exists, Except For You. (Itto x Reader)

In which Arataki Itto loses his memories that include you.

C/n: I got robbed from having a buff Itto when I saw how good they did Al Haitham’s arms. Fucking REALLY HOYO?!

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Whenever things get quiet around Inazuma city, it’s best to just bask in it. But sometimes, it get too quiet. That could only mean one thing:

The Arataki Gang are up to something.

And of course, they were. Outside of the city, Itto and the gang were hunting onikabuto. Why?

“Because there’s a super important tournament comin up and I HAVE TO WIN, Shinobu!” Itto cries out as his second in command crosses her arms and shakes her head. “Really? Isn’t it enough you have all those onikabuto at home now you want more?”

“Hey, I need fresh blood. Young for the stamina and big for strength.” Itto says as he looks under a rock.

“Boss! We found one!” Genta runs to him with his hands closed. “Lemme see! Lemme see!” Itto says and Genta opens his hands to show the smallest onikabuto ever. “You have got to be kidding me. Really, Genta? I love you man but we’re trying to win a tournament here.” Itto sighs and runs a hand down his face.

Shinobu rolls her eyes. “While you guys hunt bugs, I’m gonna go see if Y/n wants lunch.” Itto widens his eyes at the sound of your name. “Y/n?! Uhhh, damn. I want to come too.” Shinobu shakes her head. “Uh huh. And your precious onikabuto? I saw a big one on that tree over there.” She points behind him and the gang looks. “Gah, tell her I love her but I gotta do this! Let’s go guys.” Itto says and runs to the tree. Shinobu chuckles softly then heads to the city.

Walking through the city, Shinobu hears your voice mixed with another. “And Yoimiya, you gotta understand. This man is my everything but he’s so silly! He does the funniest things even if he hurts himself. That’s the only problem.” You say and Yoimiya chuckles. “You’re so smitten, Y/n. It’s cute.” You blush and scratch your head.

“Y/n! Yoimiya!” Shinobu calls you guys and you turn. “Shin! Hey! Where’s the guys?” You look behind her to see your tall boyfriend not there. “Your precious Oni and his friend are hunting onikabuto again. Some tournament.”

“Oh, I heard about that! The winner gets 180k in mora plus a voucher for the Shin restaurant.” Yoimiya says and you “oooh”

“Anyway, you guys hungry? I was thinking of-“

“SHINOBUUUUU!!! YYYYY/NNNNNN!!!!”

The cries of the voices you’ve come familiar with scream as they run to you. “Genta? Akira? What’s wrong?” Shinobu asks as she waits for them to catch their breaths. “I-it’s the boss. He fell down real bad. Oh, I told him not to climb so high.”

“Yeah, but you know him. Won’t stop until he gets what he wants.”

“Guys,” you interrupt their conversation making them look at you,”what happened to Itto?”

~~~~

Mamoru had Itto’s head on his lap as he fanned him. “Wake up boss. Y/n’s on her way. Cmon.” He mumbles but Itto doesn’t. You and the others run to him and you drop down in your knees.

“Itto? Baby? Can you hear me?” You tap his cheek. He doesn’t respond so you place your ear on his chest. Hearts still beating. “Guys, it’s gonna take so much strength but we need to get him to granny Oni.” So, using all their strength, the arataki gang carried their boss to his home where his granny stood outside.

“Oh no. What happened?“ She asks as the lay him down on his bed. The boys explain the situation as the granny examines him. “He’s such an idiot sometimes, my Itto. He has a head injury but luckily not a concussion. He’ll wake up soon.” She looks at you and you sigh in relief.

That night, you slept right by him fanning him occasionally. You kissed his cheek and laid next to him. “Silly little Oni.”

~~~~

You woke up first, cleaning up the house with granny Oni. An hour after, you heard groaning coming from the room Itto laid and you called granny Oni to check. She sat on the bed and felt him wake up.

“Itto.” She calls him. “Mmmmm, granny. My head hurts.” He groans. “I know. You hit it pretty hard.”

He slowly gets up and holds his head. “Ugh. Lucky I didn’t chip a horn, huh?” He looks up to see you smiling. He tilts his head. “Uhm, granny. There’s a pretty girl in our house.” He says and she looks at you. “Yes, sweetie. She’s Y/n. Do you..not remember her?” He shakes his head. “I’m your girlfriend, Itto.” You say, sadly.

“Hey, hey. You’re my girlfriend? No way, you’re gorgeous!” He says and your smile reappears. “Im sorry though. I can’t remember. My noggin’s all messed up.”

“Don’t worry. We’ll help you get it back.” You say and kiss his forehead.

~~~~

“So he doesn’t remember anything?” Shinobu asks. “He remembers majority of things. Like the gang and stuff but not me, for some reason.” You explain as you watch him and the guys play fight. “Sorry, Y/n. I’ll ask some people to see what they can do.”

“Thanks, Shin.”

“Hey, hey pretty girl.” Itto says and squats down before you. “Hey, hey pretty oni. How’s your head?” You touch him and he smiles. “Better now. The guys want to head to the beach to chill. Come with?” He asks and you nod. “Sure. Take it easy though, okay?” You say and he nods. “Yo! She said yes! Let’s go, boys!” He yells out and the whole gang including you head to the beaches of Inazuma.

It was the same beach Itto took you on your first date with him. He wanted to show you the school of colorful fish that always came by but it turned out to be dangerous fish and Itto had got bitten. Even though he was hurting, you laughed and he laughed with you through the pain.

“Remember that?” You ask him and he scratches his head where his horn poked out. “Not really. I don’t remember coming here all that much.” This made your heart drop. He couldn’t remember one of the most important memories you both shared. The way he softly kissed you after that date and gave you a little onikabuto toy he won from one of the kids.

Itto kissed your forehead before heading to play ball with the boys. You put your knees up to your chest as you softly cried and let your tears flow.

This went on for a while. You took him to important spots in Inazuma where you shared important things with each other and he couldn’t remember any of it. It was like you were completely erased from his memory. He didn’t remember your favorite food, he didn’t remember you telling him about family and vice versa.

He just didn’t remember.

Because of this, you felt like he was a completely different person. He wasn’t happy, but he wasn’t not happy. He didn’t play with his onikabuto anymore, nor his card games. You even tried to ask the Yashiro commissioner if Itto played with him and Ayato said no. It really messed up your mind and now, you don’t know if you could be with him.

“I love him, Granny. But I’m afraid he doesn’t love me back. He can hardly remember me. It’s like we’re strangers all over agin.” You hold your head in your hands and Granny oni rubs your shoulder. “I’m not going to tell you to stay but I’m not going to tell you to leave either. My Itto has changed and if it’s this bad, just do what you think is healthy and best for both of you.“

You lift your head up and look at her with tear filled eyes. Before you could say anything, Itto comes into the house. “Gran, I got your stuff. Oh,” he stops when he sees you, “hey Y/n.” He greets and you quickly wipe your eyes. “Hi, Itto.” You look at Granny Oni and kiss her goodbye. “Where you going?” He asks and you look at him when you stop by the door. “Home. I’m sorry, Itto.” You smile sadly and begin to walk away.

Itto waited for a few minutes when he realized what just happened. “Gran, did she just..?” He asks but before she could answer, he runs after you.

“Y/N!” You hear him calling you but you don’t turn back. “Y/N! Please! Wait!” He yells and you stop. You turn to face him and he stops in his tracks. “What is going on?” He asks and you shake your head.

“Itto, ever since your accident you stopped remembering me. You couldn’t remember our first date, when we said I love you for the first time, when we shared such intimate details about each other that we haven’t told anyone else. And you still couldn’t remember. Itto, I love you. I love you so damn much but you don’t love me.” You smile sadly. “It’s just how things have to be now. You’re…you’re not my Itto. My silly oni who used to make me cry from laughing so much. My silly oni who brought me poison ivy thinking they were flowers. I’m not going to force you anymore.”

Itto remained silent as you spoke your heart and, as much as he hated to admit it, but you were right. He couldn’t remember you no matter how much he tried. You walk up to him and cup his cheek. “I will always, always love you, my one and oni.” You whisper and he stares into your eyes. You laid a gentle kiss on his other cheek then pulled away and walked away from him, leaving Itto with a crack in his heart.

A month later

The tournament for the onikabuto was finally here but the Arataki Gang were no where to be seen. Yoimiya looked around the crowd and she didn’t see you or the gang, making her worry.

Running to their usual hang out spot, Yoimiya saw the Arataki Gang but without their leader. “Hey guys. Why aren’t you at the tournament?” Yoimiya asks and the gang remain quiet. But Akita soon speaks. “The boss hasn’t been himself lately. Since his accident plus Y/n leaving, it’s like he lost himself. We tried everything but nothing jogged his memory. We gave up at this point.” Yoimiya clicks her tongue. “Is he at home?” They nod and Yoimiya heads to the Oni household.

Itto was busy doing pull ups on a rusty bar while Granny Oni was sitting, petting a bird. “Hey, Itto!” Yoimiya yells and he looks at her while continuing his pull ups. “Hey. Yoimiya, right? What’s up?” Yoimiya dismisses the fact he doesn’t remember her and crosses her arms. “That tournament is up. You’re not joining?”

Itto shakes his head. “Nah. Don’t really find the need anymore.”

Yoimiya grinds her teeth. “Alright, listen here Oni! I don’t know what happened to you but you aren’t the Itto I know. The fact that you can’t remember me says enough. Y/n has been worried sick about you and as a matter of fact, all of us have! And now you don’t want to fight Onikabuto?! What the hell, man?!”

Itto stops midway of his pull-up and listens to the firework girl. As he was about to say something, a creak of metal catches his attention but as soon as he was about to let go, the rusty pole cracks and breaks. Itto falls down and hits his head, blacking out.

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“When will this boy learn not to do silly things?” Granny Oni says and Yoimiya grunts. “He’s gonna be alright though, right? I mean he’s been through this before.” Granny oni nods and Itto stirs. “Oh my god.” He grunts out and holds his head. “My head is actually banging. What happened? Where’s Y/n?” Itto asks and Granny Oni and Yoimiya look at each other then back to Itto. “You remember her, sweetie?” Granny asks him and he chuckles softly. “Of course, Gran. She’s my everything. I feel like I haven’t seen her in years. Why? Did something happen?” He asks face contouring in worry.

Granny Oni explains the last three months and Itto couldn’t believe it. “How could this happen? Me not remembering her? Where is she?”

“She’s at home. Hasn’t been the same for a while, Itto.” Before the girls could say anything after, Itto bolts out the dirt and runs.

He ran through Inazuma city and past the river, straight to your home. Tears unintentionally fell from his eyes as he thinks about you. How alone you must’ve felt. How betrayed.

‘You couldn’t remember anything about her, Itto. Like she was wiped from your life.’

“No. No, never.” Itto says and picks up the pace. He found himself at the gate to your house as he looked around for you. “Come on, Y/n. Where are you?” He mumbles to himself as he looks around.

“Itto?”

Your soft voice echos in him as he turns around to see you. God, you looked tragically beautiful to him. Your eyes were swollen, probably from crying. Bags formed underneath them and you got thinner.

“Baby.” He says and you frown. “What?” You say and he walks to you. He stood in front of you for a minute before dropping to his knees. “I’m so sorry, Y/n. I’m so fucking sorry. I don’t know what happened. I blacked out. Then I wake up to news that you left me and..that I couldn’t remember you. I’m so sorry. I do, babe. I remember.”

You gasp softly as you listen to him. The sincerity in his voice made you want to hold him and sink back into him. To go back to normal. But it’s too late. You look down and shake your head.

“I..I need to think.” You softly say and walk past him to go to your house.

Itto quickly got on his feet and turned to you.

“Your favorite flower is the dendrobium. I know because you told me that when we were 16. We sat on the beach when you saw one and I ran to get it for you.” He began and you stopped in your tracks when he spoke.

“Favorite food: literally anything. You love to eat as much as I love to fight onikabuto. I confessed to you through Shinobu because you made me so nervous I turned red whenever you looked at me. I took you to the fanciest restaurant in Inazuma for our first date and cleaned out whatever Mora I had just to see you smile. You kissed me for the first time on the same beach we met, where I also got stung by jellyfish. I got into a fight with a ronin because he was being an asshole to your sister. I didn’t lose, of course. I told you about my parents, how much my mom would have loved you and my dad would be proud of me to get a girl like you. You’re my entire life, Y/n. Everything I am now is because of you. I don’t know what I did the past months, but if it was to the point where I hurt you so deeply where you can’t forgive me, I understand.”

You sighed as you cried your heart out. Itto turned away and wiped his own tears speaking about leaving. He didn’t want to. It would break him and you. But if it’s what you wanted, he’d respect it and leave. As he began to walk away, he felt your arms around his torso as you cried into his back.

“You stupid, stupid Oni!” You scream and he turns in your arms and holds you. “I missed you so much! It broke me not seeing you! I, I couldn’t, I..” you stutter and tumble over your words as you gripped him, afraid he might leave. “No, baby. I’m here. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He picks you up to hold you tighter. “It’s not your fault,” you whisper into his shoulder, “it was just so unforeseen. You forgetting me.”

Itto suddenly puts you down, gets on his knees and holds your hands, “I promise, my love, that I will be so careful from here on out. I can’t risk doing that to you and us not being together.” You smile and move down to him and cup his cheeks. Your thumbs carefully wipes away his tears and you place a kiss on his lips. “I love you, Itto.” “And I love you, Y/n.”

From the bushes, a string of cheers arise. “Boss! You’re back!” Genta says and Itto nods, getting up with you. “Oh thank god,” Shinobu says holding her head, “I was about to knock him out myself.” Itto laughs. Normally he’d back away from Shinobu’s aggression but he just smiled and looked at you. He’d knock some sense into himself if he ever did that again.

The gang tell Itto about the tournament and he looks at you who smiles. “Go get ‘em, One and Oni.” He smiles and begins to run with the gang back to Inazuma city.

Itto made it to the finals and for the first time, luck was on his side. You gave him your lucky onikabuto to use and not did it fight.

As Itto said, it was “only the best and biggest Oni for my girl!”

Weeks passed by and you and Itto found yourselves back at the beach. “I really didn’t remember huh?” He asks after a silence. You look at him and click your tongue. “Babe, it’s okay. It’s over. You’re back.”

“How can I, Y/n? You were left alone. I vowed to never do that!” He yells and punches the rock you both sat on, making you both fall on your asses.

“Firstly, ow. Secondly, you see this?” You point to his Vision. Itto nods. “This was given to special people. People with a greater goal and such a passion for life. You think Morax gave you this because he just does? No. He gave it to you for a reason. Don’t ever give up. On whatever you set your mind and heart on. You will never leave me again, know why? Cause unlike the last time, I’m fight a bit harder for us. I vow that if this has to happen again, I will not rest until I make you mine again. I promise.”

As the last two words left your mouth, a bright light emitted from you for a few seconds then disappeared. “What was that?” You ask and Itto looks at you, searching for something. “There! On your right hip, babe!”

A Vision.

You and Itto admire it for a while before you look back at him. “See? That’s how much I mean it.” Itto smirks, grabs you and gets up twirling you around, laughing. “YOU HAVE A VISION BABY!” He screams and you join him in laughing.

Love. It’s a funny, amazing, tragic and confusing thing. So confusing, that the Gods envy humans for feeling such a strong emotion. And when they feel such a strong emotion emitting from a human, a mortal thing at that, they gift a Vision. Proof of love.

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“Proud Itto main since December 2021. I love him.”

🖤🤍Thanks for reading🤍🖤

-Caddy.

[an-empty-bottle]

Hello dears,

I just wanted to issue an apology For I have not been posting in quite a bit, For my mental state had drastically decreased in the past few weeks, and adding school I have not been in the best mindset to write, but the only thing I ask for is to be patient while I raise my mental health.

~Mr Smiles

[hyacinthian-chateau]

Hello!

Congratulations on 200 followers!!! ₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎ ♡

Can I request a matchup please?

I’m gemini, ISFP and i can describe myself as a person who have trust issues, so it’s hard for me to open up to people at first. Despite of this i love affections in various expressions. Compliments, hugs, smooches - I really like to show attachment to my family and friends! Even if it seems so clingy tbh.

Sometimes i'm overwhelmed by emotions and i became rude and harsh in communication, for which I later regret. Let's says my mood always changes by unexplained reasons, yeah…

I'm a bit sarcastic and also unconsciously criticize myself by making self-destructive jokes, thanks to my past, but however my small circle of closed friends says that I mostly looks like a chihuahua - just as small, chaotic and bitey in a good way tho. Even if i more on introverted side i'm eccentric and active in some ways. I mean who one day came to work with invoices mustache and beard just because wanted to? Yep, me. A little weird me.

I have specific tastes in everything from eating french fries with ice cream as sauce to non-standard combination of clothes and colors. It maybe sounds oddly but i like strange and absurd memes, dumb puns and black humour, and i quite often use them in conversations.

I adore astrology and mysticism. Some kind of mystery of the world attracts me, gives me ground for reflection, thereby forcing me to spend almost all my free time on it, and I find it really interesting. I also like everything related to maritime culture and mythology. Warm rainy days, autumn season and evening time of day when the sun slowly sets over the horizon. And I also really like such simple little things as cute pebbles that can be found not only on the beach, but also on an ordinary street, key rings and other seemingly unnecessary trinkets.

What about dislikes? Well, at first it’s wasps. Thank God that I didn't have to come into close contact with them. In my opinion, it's better to run from a flock of geese than from a gang of wasps. The second is acute. I can't and don't like too spicy food and dishes. One day I ate very spicy noodles and my lips cried from burning for half an hour. Not a very good feeling, especially when they are cracked...

When I was a little girl, I attended every school circle, but I didn't stay in any of them due to my frequent variability in both character and interests, and it's a little difficult for me to understand which hobby has sunk into my soul more, heh. I knitted, drew, and excelled in sports - everything in a row, but a little. If singing in the bathroom is considered a hobby, then this is one of them that stayed with me throughout my growing up, ha ha. I will give preference to drawing and writing more, perhaps.

I'm sorry, if it came out quite a lot, but I was happy to share! Thank you for your work, I hope you have a lovely day! ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)

Kaeya, ｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

You and Kaeya unintentionally become entangled with each other.

The Cavalry Captain is an admired figure within the City of Freedom. People who have had the pleasure of either meeting or working with him would describe him as a charismatic and skillful man who could charm anyone. And yet behind the handsome face and flirtatious smile lies much more once when you dig deeper.

Kaeya would have mistaken you for an adventurer when you first met as you dressed so differently--stylishly, if he says so himself--compared to your scholarly counterparts. In the beginning, the eye-patched man barely had the opportunity to speak to you as you were mainly either conducting an experiment, assisting both Albedo and Sucrose in the lab, or busy collecting data in the field.

At first, you've remained cautious of the eye-patched man and maintained a cordial relationship with him like everyone else, that is, until you finally snapped one day. The said man enjoyed stretching your patience as he constantly pokes fun at your shorter stature, which earns him a sarcastic response. At the same time, you attempt to avoid his attempt to use your head as an armrest. From there on, Kaeya decides that you are someone he wishes to banter with more often; He's found another person to annoy, next to Diluc.

Despite all your ribbing, the two of you get along quite well, and the navy-blue-haired male has taken the initiative to become your close associate. He is mindful and learns of your tendency to be moody, leading you to become agitated. He exercises patience and tries to cheer you up in various ways: From treating you to some Sticky Honey Roast, to telling an outlandish story that leaves you doubting the credibility of it all, or inviting you to go for a walk along Cider Lake when twilight approaches. At some point, you had suspected that he had left the Windwheel Asters on your workbench after a hectic work week.

It's sooner rather than later that Kaeya becomes a kindred soul and dubs you a 'Genius' when he gets to taste the mix of alcohol you had been concocting. The two of you also tend to frequent the various taverns with either Rosaria or Venti within the city walls. Despite his relatively high tolerance for alcohol, the sword wielder tries his best to listen when you go on a tangent about Ancient Maritime countries within Teyvat. Still, he can't seem to concentrate on your words when you look so animated under the dim tavern lights; He can't help but think you're absolutely striking as he shoots you a cheeky smile.

The slight change in the Cavalry Captain doesn't go unnoticed. Jean has caught her subordinate staring at you from a distance while you were busy speaking to Mona, a frequent visitor who became your fast friend. She's glad he's taken a liking to you but gently reprimands him when he takes too long to focus back on the task at hand. The resident librarian is also well aware of the fondness Kaeya has for you. Lisa, being the prodigy that she is, has roped several female members of the knights, which even included Outrider Amber and even Captain Eula, into creating a secret couple name if you two ever decide to get together.

The tanned man always offers to let you work within his office when he discerns the first signs of exhaustion on your pretty face. You've always been a lively person, but it's during this time that he doesn't talk much but instead lets you share what's on your mind--Whatever the circumstances are, the said man is more than happy to receive you if you ever decide to visit. By the end of your visit, he finds himself enveloped in a brief hug and a light peck on his cheek as you give him your thanks….If you ever bothered to look back, you would have been greeted by the sight of the usually confident Cavalry Captain's ruddy cheeks as he attempts to process what exactly had just happened.

It is somewhere along the line that Kaeya can't help but feel an odd sensation bubbling in his chest when he thinks about you; He's been experiencing it constantly nowadays. He's observant and calm, but he can't help but dive head first when it concerns you. He knows that despite building a façade, he unconsciously drifts toward you and doesn't understand why exactly. He's also somewhat changed as he allows himself to be genuine with his words and actions while wishing to be the closest to you. Slowly but surely, he's unsure when exactly you started to become a part of him.

There are a lot of hurdles to overcome, but your slight air-headedness whenever he tries to flirt with you somewhat dampens his spirits. Maybe he'll invite you to watch the stars at Starsnatch Cliff tonight. And perhaps even adopt a more direct approach this time around?

Huh? You say he's been acting a bit odd lately? Oho~!☆ Then you should speak to him about it if you're so worried.

Oh, but don't worry. You don't need to search too hard…

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